My capacity is fragile, yet dormant. Its abeyance is in accordance with a prime configuration I deem to be non-divisible by whatever factors govern more conventional existences.
I am potential corrupted. I am possessions perverted. I am placid lakes with idyllic charms, juxtaposed by Jamaican jezebels conjuring harm through hurricane winds and blood-thirsty karmas.
I exist as a maverick, nursing numerous cavities where social networks fail to coagulate. The heart, soul and mind corrode confederacy....but I'm still here. Anyone want what's left of me?
Luckily...Smash is so kewl.
-SynikaL
I am potential corrupted. I am possessions perverted. I am placid lakes with idyllic charms, juxtaposed by Jamaican jezebels conjuring harm through hurricane winds and blood-thirsty karmas.
I exist as a maverick, nursing numerous cavities where social networks fail to coagulate. The heart, soul and mind corrode confederacy....but I'm still here. Anyone want what's left of me?
Luckily...Smash is so kewl.
-SynikaL