2004-08-22 19:07:40 ET|
WRITE BAD GOTH POETRY:
The midnight bell tolls! I fall and cry! oh black I hearken to thee!! Death.. death.. death ALAS it is over with the cloakfly of dawn!!!
SOUND LIKE AN IRRITATING VALLEY GURL:
Like totally. And then she was like oh my god. And then he was like, yeah totally! And then she was like I can't -believe- he said that!!!
And those, my friends, are my wide range of talents.