Delicious sockpuppets, you must try some.

hye rubbi1!!!!!
she a good dancer!!
she’s not smelly at all!!!!!
but talk people that way!!
mean…you are the one who smelly!!
after going to the toilet…didn’t wash you damn dirty hand!!!
so!!!
F.U.C.K OFF!!!!
B!TCH!!!!

Hero-what happens when the person u lost sight of is the one in mirror(hat blows in the wind) what happens when u don’t know who the person in the mirror. cause when I look in the in it the man in mirror ant me he is not me I have Become some one els not me i used to be cocky used to love to fight the trill now i rather do it the peaceful boring way not the ass kicking way the ass i get older the more Hylian i get and less Saiyan i even stopped training wile Kakarot is some were training and soon like he used make light of agien (goes SSJ9) I will not let that clown surpass me agine i rather die then let that happen im spose to be training everyday like a Warrior not try slack like some kinde of weekling(the entire earth shakes)who am I Link the hero From Hyrule or Dan the Saiyan from Staten Island New York im soposse to be a hero with an Evil attude not some soft asshole thats im train agine i dont care i yami Zelda Sagi and Luna tell me to sit 1 billion times i dont care (his arrua i very heavy ) im Hero not that Clown Kakarot(powers down and calms down)

Better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all,
That’s what the wise may say, but maybe they’ve never had to fall.
Fall so very far in love, so deeply you cannot tell,
Next time someone says that, I’ll tell them to go to hell.

Cause when your feeling as I do, your emotions twisted and torn,
To go to hell seems a better option, than to ever have been born.
Deserving nothing but what I’ve got, that’s what selfishness brings,
To forever hear an angels voice, as that song she sings.

To have that love and lose it, with only a fleeting glance at joy,
To feel those butterflys in your stomach, going back to that teenage boy.
To be a poet in someone’s heart, and then to tear it all away,
Better to have loved and lost, they don’t know what they say.

Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, I’ll leave you with that phrase,
It’s an elvish saying that I hope will come true, in our latter days.

I’m just happy that I have a soul… It fills me.

god, that girl was smoking. i hope her ass isn’t still gaping from the raping she’s been taking.

THE DAY HAS COME…

MY BEAUTIFUL NISSAN SKYLINE HAS LEFT ME FOR THE STATES, BUT I WILL SEE HER IN JULY.. here is alittle poem from her…

the last 24 hours of being in japan….
the last mountain road must be ripped up…
one last look at mt. fuji..
the landmark tower…
the feel of japanese pavement…
squeezing threw the small ass back roads…
one last trip to autobacs,
autoZebra..
up garage…
the suction of japanese air..
then pololuting japanese air…
one last old man stairing at me, remembering..
one last group of young guys wishing they could steal me..
one last old lady cursing at me…
I will miss the land i was born on, tears will fall..
but who knows whats in the future..
american roads are wider…