Don't fuck punk. Fuck with it. Cuz you know I guess I love it.
Monday, 11 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
Like the wheels on the rollerskates. Like the wheels on a car. Like the wheels on a plane that soon disappear and go up in the air. If you get the picture you know how much I wan't to escape this prison not just on my own but with my friends or shall we say inmates. I don't think they feel the same way I do but every day is exacly the same it's like a brocken clock you know when you dont even hear the ticking that helps you close your eyes and helps you sleep. Sleep in a big white room with hundreds no thousands of pillows filed with duck feathers just like the clouds which is exacly where my head is at this moment. With Mr. gerard butler ha ha ha.
Put on your fucking rollerskates and go into a completey different place thats ateast 8oo miles away from where you live. Or just daydream.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Naughty Alice
I smelt this fragrance at The Perfume Shop the other day and it was really nice. I aint saying ti because I look up to Ms. Westwood or that I love Alice in Wonderland only that if you spray yourself with it everything feels like your looking through the lookiing glass. Don't think twice just go with the flow after its smell blows onto you.
Monday, 4 April 2011
Yeah well my cake is freshly baked!
Like I said I designed a dress that was a puppet of Marie Antiounette but with a MINT GREEN HAIR!
that said eat my cake
Sunday, 3 April 2011
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