Look behind you.
A Mcdonalds bag, table, and electronic keyboard. Also some foam.
Just chillin'
a sexy new printer and some papers and a couple of folders
I Know Drugs, I Know Video Games, I Know Litliture, I Know Dru- wait...nevermind. Feel free to discuss any of these with me
A pony, a rainbow, a light blue dress, and a purse.
I'm a girl.
"Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious."- Brendan Gill
my belt of knives, hung by the buckle on a knife in the wall,
my sleeping boyfriend,
Bubby my scorpion,
my sea cloak for sailing, hung on a hook
my dresser with the "Underwear and bra" drawer open.
my rack of animal skulls above my bed.
oh and also a bottle of lube on the floor and a used condom.
Safety First.
My TV, 360, the bottom right corner of my bed, my bookshelf, Door to my Closet, my Work Shoes, my Casual Shoes, my Fan.
I see the other half of the room, where the door is currently open. There is also an old TV there (I say old only because it is not an HD TV, which is old by today's standards at least). The door has windows built into its mainframe and it also has these little curtains or blinds that go over the windows in the door. I can see the reflection of the blue light coming from my computer in the windows. That is about it.
You know the world's gone crazy when the best rapper's a white guy and the best golfer's a black guy - Chris Rock
I see high voltage, radioactive, chemical, laser and magnetic field hazard signs...
Seriously!
Bananular.
Ink
Why yes, that IS a large collection of 1998 "Smithy's Favourite Times" Licenced Cereal Pop Toys!
Pretend not to care about anything, but be bothered by everything.
You may be fast on the roads but it's no use on the track.
At 8/5/10 11:12 AM, Zecampeao wrote: A sword.
Who's holding it?
"Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious."- Brendan Gill
Ignore this signature.
Like a Boss. Hit me up.
An open window. And beyond the window a tree and a light blue house.
Uncle Sam said- I want you for the U.S. Armed Forces!
I said- I want YOU to get a real job!
The work, which becomes a new genre itself, will be called...
I change my last post, I have:
My knife belt on the wall,
My cloak for sailing,
my boyfriend, who is waking up, realizing half the day is gone and that he should go see his mum,
My rack of skulls,
Bubby
and a table, on which lie a sharpening stone, a machette, four aples, and a note from my mommy saying she's going to be home late today.
:D I'VE GOT THE HOUSE TO MYSELF WHAT TO DO?
