the namesake of sweet pop indie boys and girls, jilted with songs and gimmickry. behind the make up and shadowed eyes were dark humor in his arsenal and he sang the grim and the stark on goings much like a commensurate pop song ala goosenecks. but they represented so much more underneath superficial foundations in sight.
a growing phenomenon of black kids is stark and their humor chilling. a potent mix of bland ignorance and a blatant disregard for their lives, they live ev
they knew about the impending funny. he kept a rubber face, not divulging his secret wa zaa!
it was all about the showmanship. all in moments of surgical precision and prim execution.
he dropped his hat in jest and curtsy, looked at the front, saw many people eyeing his secrets. yes you deserve many compliments, sporting and rowdy, what would i do without you guys? now.. he clears his throat, all the way smiling, grins and says who of you know about the guy who willied t
blood was splattered but invisible for a hush hush campaign - mi3 and traces of a rabbit's foot. he thinks himself a rabbit, blinded by bright lights, lost in a jurassic world. but he plots and schemes, evil rabbit with a crooked smile, whether tainted in chaos or polished in trade, he sets a course, struggling to contain any self pity, remorseless in almost all counts, he deserves the end of dj's saber, plus a threatrical public slagging for what he'd done. mee, a rabbit of