Hi

Writing on papper is too broing, they say it makes me less crazy, but I'm just way too lazy. You know, Im still sometimes a baby, never listen too what wise people have too say, I just play grey.
A game I hate too play, but. No buts I say, ´cause I'm too sunburned to do what people, society want's me 2 do. I am not a robot, I'm acutually human (with out strings), one who is word blind, spells very pure. But one thing is for sure, I am always right, I win with out any "big" fight. I am too light, I am too brown, I am too purpple, too indigo. Just a big fucking rainbow. And I never use that "f " word.

I am a lier, a devil and I smoke cheap levels.

Smoking is so last decade, and still I countinue my bad habbits. I am a snake not a rabbit. I habbit

Metaphors I love, they are build up in a mind as smal as cleopatras pearls. I love second hand fur, and my mind i sometimes a big blur.
Welcome 2 my world, good night, sleep tight. Follow the yellow brick road, follow the feeling, follow me.

Time for a paradigm shift, it's all happening, true romance, the alchemist. Lawnce decides too live-
grass was greenSpring Ive seen