There is no unsuccesful. . . .
it's only personal gift of throwing away yourself into a black hole caught up in a storm of others. . .
Potential is a speck of **** you walk on. . .so don't wipe your shoes. . . .because it's be yourself you loose.
But then potential is nothing of the self, keeping only residential. . .
Potential is a speck of **** you walk on. . .so don't wipe your shoes. . . .because it's be yourself you loose. But then potential is nothing of the self, because it's some **** found on a shelf written by others.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
There is no unsuccesful. . . .
it's only personal gift of throwing away yourself into a black hole caught up in a storm of others. . .
Potential is a speck of **** you walk on. . .so don't wipe your shoes. . . .because it's be yourself you loose.
But then potential is nothing of the self, keeping only residential. . .
Potential is a speck of **** you walk on. . .so don't wipe your shoes. . . .because it's be yourself you loose. But then potential is nothing of the self, because it's some **** found on a shelf written by others.
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