torsdag 5 augusti 2010

Touch the sky



He's a warm breeze
Breathing life into me
He's the sunlight
Shining down on me
I pulled the burden from off my back
And tossed it into the wind
And stretched my arms toward the sky
And let my life begin
Upplagd av kl.

2 kommentarer:

  1. Angelica6 augusti 2010 kl. 21:30

    Titta på den här bilden och läs resten av kommentaren sedan: http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/098d342c-a365-44f7-a35f-aa398398404f.jpg

    Look at your cake, now back to me, now back to your cake, now back to me. Sadly, it’s not me. But if you stopped using boring, regular frosting and started using edible pictures of the Old Spice Guy, it could seem like it’s me. Look down, now up. Where are you? You’re in your dream kitchen with the cake your cake could taste like, with two laters holding that filling that you love. Look again – the filling is now diamonds! Anything’s possible when your cake has a picture of Old Spice Guy on it. I’m in your mouth.

    SvaraRadera
  2. Angelica6 augusti 2010 kl. 22:02

    layers*

    SvaraRadera

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