thanks veary much
thanks colleen by the why whats your faret job. this is gone a be my job one day whean i grow up i will become a farmer crowing avacados
thats true you can love people your mom and dad
a cat so darn cute i will chase it to the ends of the earth that was in me old house
my face turns red like tomato my heart pownders like a car enjine and my mind exploseds with tnt bombs love is ausum
no i will howl to the moon in grife darn i whoildent to that it makes things worse then whean you die god will punish you in hell in a loneley manere its beter to love theen kill
i love my mom more theen my dad why becouse your mom caried you in her womb and all so you need your dad as will i whount tell the full stoory be couse itz rude but if you have a problem its not your dad to bake up but itz you mom my mom is more secure theen my dad. my dad is an adrenaline
tonight be fore i sleep i will read my holy quran and look up on the internet to look for kwasaki bikes and and look at the moon
i like rifles wincheters zombie films and books my pet aunts cat and dog my bathroom smealls like ctritz fruit and a picture of a kowasaki bike on my bedroom wall sigh the good old times and a avacado yum my favret
my heart pownders like a cement brike and my throght gose hard my mind screames with love