031-- YES
yes! the internet it back up! Yipee! so happy.Well after this i'm going to study social studies. I'm really tired and everything. And i really want to buy SOMETHING but i just can't find anything which i really like. Except for those four pairs of earring's which i bought with carine and that bag and that sash! Okay i realise i'm quite the shopaholic. But i LOVE shopping. its SO fun. Espcicially trying on shoes and heels. SO FUN :)
Well.its 99 days to the UK trip. :) I AM counting down. It's going to be so fun and i'm so looking forward to it. :) lalala.
I've been writing again and i wrote thise poem:
Nature’s disorientation
Oh’ mother nature.
The colours of the rainbow are
Black and white
And the waters of the sea are red
With the blood from the tears of
road kills
Oh’ mother nature.
The grass is blue with shards of glass
From incisory hearts and vicious
Souls
Oh’ mother nature.
The sun is green from a child’s
Sweet sweet
Love
Oh’ mother nature.
The rain is brown from the
Sweat of the mother
Of earth.
Oh’ mother nature.
Our hands are black.
With the scars of sin.
Our hearts are white and empty
With the angels hidden within.
My soul is orange. With the fullness
Of the ripened fruit
Itself.
But there’s nothing left.
Except…
The blackened
:) Off to the riots and government i go.
Well.its 99 days to the UK trip. :) I AM counting down. It's going to be so fun and i'm so looking forward to it. :) lalala.
I've been writing again and i wrote thise poem:
Nature’s disorientation
Oh’ mother nature.
The colours of the rainbow are
Black and white
And the waters of the sea are red
With the blood from the tears of
road kills
Oh’ mother nature.
The grass is blue with shards of glass
From incisory hearts and vicious
Souls
Oh’ mother nature.
The sun is green from a child’s
Sweet sweet
Love
Oh’ mother nature.
The rain is brown from the
Sweat of the mother
Of earth.
Oh’ mother nature.
Our hands are black.
With the scars of sin.
Our hearts are white and empty
With the angels hidden within.
My soul is orange. With the fullness
Of the ripened fruit
Itself.
But there’s nothing left.
Except…
The blackened
:) Off to the riots and government i go.