For every moment I sit here BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH Thats all i hear, from my faraway mind. nothing can be seen in the locked world. The bitching, yelling, and screaming The bullshit and the nonscents. the bitch standing there with ugly horns growing out of the ugly round head. It stands there with a pissy smoiled mind, growing uglier everyday, hour, minute, and seconds. The state of gravel going under. to the point of no return
I loved the spelling of 'nonscents.' What an elixir given the context! And I'm never surprised at how girls see other girls. If you want to witness the uglier side of humanity just watch how they treat each other sometime. Thanks for the reminder!
