ĈαЯρ¡ξ đΐεM

'In my darkest hour silence spoke louder than words I am lost in a floating dreamscape I see my face behing a mask with knowing steps I am lured closer reflection strips my guise In the heart of darkness I see a light I hear my voice and I am found' - The mask Venezia

Thursday, November 24, 2005


the most important ingredient.. is chewing bum on the hair. :) Posted by Picasa

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home