She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle.
Dr.Lost said,
November 24, 2006 @ 12:10 am
shotgun
Dr.Lost said,
November 24, 2006 @ 12:11 am
umm miss who? me? ;pp
Your Battlefield said,
November 24, 2006 @ 3:03 pm
only you 😉
Your Battlefield said,
November 24, 2006 @ 3:05 pm
humour is betwitching 🙂
i actually miss, erm not a person…just miss…oh never mind
i guess a better answer was in the above…and thanks for your delightful comments
come again, 😉
ZiZoTiMe said,
November 24, 2006 @ 5:32 pm
Nice background 😉
Your Battlefield said,
November 24, 2006 @ 5:34 pm
zizotime:
long time no comment, oh well
thanks, its you who has taste and likes it…
thanks for dropping by 😉
Your Battlefield said,
November 24, 2006 @ 5:36 pm
*and likes it (error ignore)
**for liking it…(correction)
🙂