That girl is poison.
Truer words have never been spoken and I live by those words to this day.
These men will always be known as the greatest philosophers in Earth’s history.
Plato. Socrates. Bell Biv Devoe.
That song taught me one thing, to never trust anything at face (or butt) value, but in this case you should never trust a milk bottle with a skull and cross bones on it.
Is it poison?
Is it actually milk?
Is it a figment of your imagination?
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality…
BOHEMIAN MATRIX RHAPSODY and we’re all in it…or not…maybe we are…?…?…?