Ange-lick part 3 and 4: the octopus girl and spices
I open lots of windows: some with J-Rock, some with e-mails, some with twitter/orkut and some with the dirtiest things you could imagine. If it doesn't shock, it doesn't please.
And count the steps coming closer to my room. 1, 2, 3, 4... close everything, press Google button, ctrl+shift+H and erase.
-Hello, mom! Hello, dad! =^_^=
So cynical...
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Girls are made of sugar. Could just lay down on them, dream and forget everything. So sweet.
Boys are made of salt. You just can't get enough until it start to burn your tongue--at least.
I needed to say that. How can I explain that for mom? -_____-'
And count the steps coming closer to my room. 1, 2, 3, 4... close everything, press Google button, ctrl+shift+H and erase.
-Hello, mom! Hello, dad! =^_^=
So cynical...
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Girls are made of sugar. Could just lay down on them, dream and forget everything. So sweet.
Boys are made of salt. You just can't get enough until it start to burn your tongue--at least.
I needed to say that. How can I explain that for mom? -_____-'