In your eyes;
I can see the portrait of blank paper.

In your lips;
I can read the words of unknown.

In your face;
I can spit bad enema on and on.

Staring at the ceiling like a total freak
Day dreaming about the other day that seems so sweet

Looking at your face in to the smoky sky
Drawing your eyes into my naked mind

Your not the kind of my type
But you hit me big time with your cute big eyes.

WOHOOOOOOOOO!


THANK YOU OLDSKUL

I JUST UPLOADED NEW EDITED PHOTOS.
I'LL BE UPLOADING MORE NEXT WEEK..
I HAVEN'T FINISH EDITING THE NEW SHOTS YET.


CHECK IT SOON

WEEEEEEEEEED