(April 29, 2012 at 7:32 am)Napoleon Wrote: Last time I joked about that subject I got seven tonnes of shit thrown down on me. Thou shalt not joke about slitting wrists!
Well, just in case you change your mind: Remember, is not across the road, but aloooong the highway
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
