[color=#FFFFFF]Ah, here we [font=Arial Black]are at a crossroadsMaria. You runyet you cannotface it and when you do,you can’t really find the colours to be complete.For the pastyear the Yor Newk has been my home as muchas my atoms don’t want toaccept it in their orbits, but now it’s timemy shell follows paths unknown to mymissing mind. Thisis goodbye birdies, let me sing my songs to some individuals.
Samantha Maruqez: Keep beinga bitch and you’ll lose more thanyour leg birdie,the Serious sector balance is Serious! You can’t run from it you can’thide from it. I hope you die painfully
David of the Hale:Our lives are governed by the simplesongs we sing, unfortunately for you Goliath’s bane, yours isgoverned by Drums,dance by their rhythmaccordingly otherwise the snaregoes wild and undone. Command your birds with the honour andfreedom birdie as their creedimplies…Liberty!!?!
Tavish of the policing ones:Your self is destined forarmours greater than the shellyou fly, stand firm for all the pain and destruction itwill bring, but you dostand behind what you believe
The Ash-field of Liberty:You do hear, you do understand,yet you are so out of it birdie. You can run in circles around life only for so long but inthe end you alwaysend up in the same uglycoffin you put others
in.
The Glove around Alexis: My love my passion,oh how I wish I gutted you when I had the chance. Your atoms are pretty enoughto get birdies, birdie.Maybe one day you’d realize drugs don’t get you friends and never will, onlysubmissive corpses.
Connie: Keep frakking everythingyou see birdie, your freedomlays in it. Sadly veryfew of the birdies you screw will see thatyour being is much more than that…Keep it saturated
Chriss of the Hood: You were a good lay
The Raven Cath: Forall you stand for birdie,you need more birdiness.Be-leave in your life,don’t just watch it scroll past your touchscreen
Maelon of the Fire in Hell: I would take you with youbut I’d rather not dismember you before your subordinates...
Least but not last….
The Flowery Drums….: Felicia…there is something so evil in that label as there is calmingreally. Keep being you birdie, the universe lacks nutjobslike you. Your whole life is a runfrom spirits and self made delusions…But remember birdie, yousee what your greymatter wants you to see,on the inside you arethe master of this world. How you arrange it however is another story.
To all else thatI’ve missed/loved/slept/hated…you can go frakkyourselves and don’t forgetto send your livers my way when you expire.
And off I go birdies, see youin another century or so…