laliandy

thin bamboo sticks, straps each at center. drinks too much beer, always ready to queer. swims to the vast sky, 'til he drowned and died. _______ im currently, utterly, oblivious of the things that makes the things around me smile. i wonder, if everyone has their chances, why is it that none of them, not one of them, are making efforts? do they even want their probable chance? why don't they even gamble? _______