Live fat, die young.

Up up down down

February 10, 2010

How I wish I can move. Out. Out of here. Out of this house. Now. Once you are up there flying, site seeing then the next thing you’ll know, you’re crawling, rolling along the rough and sun-kissed pavement.

Araykupo.

 

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