tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28482341553488152842011-07-07T21:16:48.423-07:00Climax of images that appear involuntarily to the mind.Fauzan Izionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15179309759836353394noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848234155348815284.post-63500606839057435982010-03-05T00:00:00.000-08:002010-03-05T00:03:38.150-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Abrasions really sucks man!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got it big on my leg and I was screaming when Zambo poured some water on it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Au Revoir Chatiment.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848234155348815284-6350060683905743598?l=melancholy-kills.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fauzan Izionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15179309759836353394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848234155348815284.post-25241426585135749022010-03-03T22:24:00.001-08:002010-03-03T22:30:36.798-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes being too honest will lead to more trouble. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nowadays people look more on the bad side of you rather than the good side.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I've been letting out too much..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848234155348815284-2524142658513574902?l=melancholy-kills.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fauzan Izionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15179309759836353394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848234155348815284.post-63466569771801146792010-03-03T11:17:00.000-08:002010-03-03T22:14:36.146-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A good day. Wish repaired. Money collected thru' gambling. (:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">How I wish my day's like this everyday..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The thought of deleting facebook still lingers.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Too much memories both sweet and sour.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Or maybe..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just keep looking at that page and ponder.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's unlucky to be in love with your own best friend.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2848234155348815284-6346656977180114679?l=melancholy-kills.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fauzan Izionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15179309759836353394noreply@blogger.com0