it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring, ashes , ashes we call wear a crown!!

[dorians]

and bitches wear laced gowns.

I'm not a goon or a punk, I'm wearing a loud crown. Ya know, in or out of town. Business is business watch the winter go down.

Omnipotence, nuturing malevolence. It's just another pattern forming...murderous filigree. I'm caught in the twisting of the vines. - Yes, I think god did call in sick today...but I didn't :p

Booyah grandma, booyah!!