peep this...you can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio
up up in ohio two brothers got together to talk about some wings to talk about the weather
thanks for the wind lord we have to spread the word eagles can't even speak we need wings like a bird
on orville's death bed his wishes were his plan please use this bird for good and let the pilot only be a man
moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their role...to be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.
look at their names the wRIGHT brothers amelia AIRheart
drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"
maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa
sorry about the title, but i figure if it offends people not to look, then it's just not for them to read
The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken. The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside. The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone. His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart. The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black. The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a *******. Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy. The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.
Here I am, Dancing with the devils All of them, So desperate, so desperate
Here I am, Dancing with the devils Letting them deceive me, Because I want to see their true faces
Here I am, Dancing with the devils Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls
Here I am, Dancing with the devils Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls They think they can make a home in Hell, None of them know Hell wasn’t built for them Hell was built for refugees of Heaven For freedom, to be away from the devils carrying out Heaven’s deeds.
Here I am, Dancing with the devils To take a good look at everything Heaven doesn’t want to show