chinadian

This man lives so lose, Who craves for the roll- Ing Stone. His name created by the out line from window the light, Like the glowing chain Wrapped around him stiff as stone. Trapped so deep in this room of planet green. His life once use to fill with Benjamin green, Always so high and viciously stoned. That pretty angel milky wave of light Like a chain That soon he will lose. Then get fat like a cinnamon roll The different dices he rolled Now hunts him like links of chain Lost the left and right now nothing more to lose He deserves nothing but the land of god, the flowery green And the natural dirt and stone Wishing his birt

tuckwiller got kicked out, its sad, a hick friend. but its only over for now, life is free, i will see him soon if i get some wheels. promiss myself.