I FLEW. WHEE.
La fluer des secrets...it ain't easy to behave in this spotlight. okay, confirmation, add a nail to the impending coffin. nah, make it a whole factory's output of nails into the coffin of the soon to using it. so, gerald confirmed his' group's the love for he, she, it, or whatever. can't you feel the love tonight? that whoever or whatever who practically does not have any sense of shame or humdity. needs some sense to be knocked into he, she, it or whaever. and might probably die.
maths, not the greatest but still wants to fluant. history, great yet pathetic. imagine the arrogance (actually wanted to type something esle, but forgot, hence the word arrogance). he who thinks and acts big, shall fall flat and die easier. small things add up to big things eventually. if i was the person who he, she, it or whatever said whatever said, the roof would probably fall and hopefully hit that person or whatever and kill. bad, bad, bad, yet good for the universe. he, she, it, or whatever can forget about the affection he, she, it or whatever feels for another person, whoever the unlucky person might be. infomation can be obtained from another supporter's site. i'm not that straight forward yet. YET. apparently, gerald was directed to read my blog too.
how many 'true' friends does he have? blah, even i admit i'm hypocrital, but how many? the exact number ? probably from 0 to 0.5, giving ALOT of leeway. blah. it's that attitude that eventually puts off people, huh, whoever or whatever who acts so nicely in front of others, but not to classmates. his actions are the best, the cream of the crop. the comments he made during class. how many seriously took him for real? please breathe if you thought that it was rubbish.
mad rambling here, done by your's truly. a speciality dish. expect more in time to come. soon there'll be a day when everything comes out and murders.
