malleable ruse.

sycophant perpetrators! god works wonders when, it isn’t deprived of, and returns of bad karma. (read : treating somebody maliciously badly, or without feelings, hitting back in high vocal chords) ; and im not on my fasting debts thank god. i could have spared the mourns if i didn’t catapult into triple Z’s at 2 in the morning.
please do not attempt conversations or questions thrown on me without fore warning. fatique drives me into a malicious entanglement. countless hours of killing time waiting and lingering alone will cause fatigue-ness. trust me. and I haven’t grasped mugs of calms in the atmosphere. so, damn.
machinations to suffuse kicks of the good vibe : (i) to kill time with le femmes. as that is the only thing i found soothing. (love overwhelms) (ii) crossing fingers for mother to fly by here. missing you. yes, of course i do. (iii) delirious concealing-self process among piles of thick fat chunky substantial text books. delicious perhaps? not. mid term, already? damn it. (again.) (iv) right in time for testosterone rants. first being, Lucas Scott. up next, Ryan Phillipe. ann, i blame you. cruel intention. hell to the yeah. magic. not sun reflections from baldy’s head. that aint magic.
righteous. work loads summoned. term paper, past year papers, tutorial papers. wonders. be back soon! LOVES.