Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Monday, June 04, 2007
My Poison


The thing that taints my blood, sapping my will and drawing in my full undivided attention. That toxin that seeks to corrupt and defile, leaving nothing but ash behind. I ask the forbidden question, that if I should remain enthralled in its fiery grasp, what shall remain of my motral shell?

My posion



OUENDAN!!! OSU! OSU!

Let's save the world with our fiery beating hearts. Let's warm the cold, unfeeling recesses of the sprawling universe, and let's have fun!

OSU!

The most friggin ridiculous yet unbeleivable addictive game!


Gavin pondered @ 18:35


Under the layers of dust