Not really. The person below me is SilverSunlight 'cause she seems to post a lot here.
The corpses are piled high around. Blood carpets the floor and flames scorch away the last remnants of humanity. The screams of the damned echo in my head. I smile. I am home.
It's ok...(I'm gonna kill SilverSunlight) The person below me is older than me.
The corpses are piled high around. Blood carpets the floor and flames scorch away the last remnants of humanity. The screams of the damned echo in my head. I smile. I am home.
The corpses are piled high around. Blood carpets the floor and flames scorch away the last remnants of humanity. The screams of the damned echo in my head. I smile. I am home.
No, not really. (Outside Woolworths at noon! Bring a knife)
TPBM is a criminal.
The corpses are piled high around. Blood carpets the floor and flames scorch away the last remnants of humanity. The screams of the damned echo in my head. I smile. I am home.
No, I don't actually know what I want for Christmas. (Why am I bad at this, Jamie? You're just mad 'cause I didn't rate your death scene very high!)
TPBM should be doing homework like me, but is on YWS instead.
The corpses are piled high around. Blood carpets the floor and flames scorch away the last remnants of humanity. The screams of the damned echo in my head. I smile. I am home.
'The Answer to the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm. — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy