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.
chikapappi said,
October 13, 2007 @ 1:50 pm
I tell you, kel 3am o enti bkheir 🙂
Naz said,
October 13, 2007 @ 8:23 pm
this may sound kinda random and very irrelivant..
but i like her shoes..
davinci said,
October 13, 2007 @ 10:17 pm
😀
عيدك مبارك
و كل عام و انت بخير
العيدية Ù…ØÙوظة ÙÙŠ البنك
تØياتي 😛