One's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its dimensions.
The thing is, ladies and gentlemen (Should I have the reason to call
all you twits that?), is that I'll leave Kupika. Not that... you all
care =]. I've failed to get messages across, and I've wasted time
trying.
Been losing sleep. School, and all. Major mind-blockage here. It
seems as if I've stopped thinking. I can't finish a thing. Shut up
about my Schizoid.
Good-bye, feathery angels, you.
You left a little 'how-do-you-do' on my page,
how can I not be tempted to do the same?
I have a kitty which is tripping-out beside me,
such a silly little beast.
Actually, I just praised your good taste in music.
But a "how-do-you-do" will work as well =]
Hah. Amusing =]
I'm trying to make Marilyn Manson's speech into my own words... difficult...
he's such a smart man :/