Saturday, 23 February 2008
People are people.
My shoes are full of sand. The bastards are in the room. And I. I can't even stand it.I get so nervous, i wanna scream, i wanna shout, i wanna tell them how stupid they are. But they, they don't speak my language. They can't understand my words. Just hold it, and Bite them. No brains. No people.