24 May 2011

your lipstick stinks

It bites like Pacman does.



I want to redo my wishlist:

1. Fix my past and I'll ask nothing more.

Why do I have to endure this ALONE?
So, dear people who are suppose to be responsible, I drew a metaphorical picture of you.


I hope you like it.
Saying no more.


True story.

footnote: It is NOT bygone. Angry (birds).

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