>yeh well when r u gonna inbox me or call or write or email or spit in my general direction n say i'm outta here
When I'm actually OUTTA HERE! -- -- I ain't gone yet -- *sheeeesh*
Beam me ^UP^ Scotty!
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥