when you tell stories about yourself do think it was actually you.... sitting in the home where i grerw up, it is all fucked up becuase i see pictures of when i was young and i can't remember anything but what my parents told me i did... i see pictures and i am smiling and i wonder why?
my body growing was unmarked.. it scares me to death.
all of my fondest memories dont really seam like i was in them... bah.. mom and dad are gone and i am beating myself up
p.s. fuck you Bansky .. you boring hippy fuck
my body growing was unmarked.. it scares me to death.
all of my fondest memories dont really seam like i was in them... bah.. mom and dad are gone and i am beating myself up
p.s. fuck you Bansky .. you boring hippy fuck