Post by Antero Black on Sept 16, 2004 20:42:58 GMT -5
I like his wings. They are indigo and like butterfly wings. I used to pull the wings off of butterflies
If he ever crosses me, I will cut off his pretty wings and watch him bleed to death on the floor.
I would save his wings to remember him when he is dead
I love you.
If he ever crosses me, I will cut off his pretty wings and watch him bleed to death on the floor.
I would save his wings to remember him when he is dead
I love you.
