or u can have gangsta rose
I looked into the Askbox and the Askbox looked into me. I an the Anon, I create the questions, I take the thoughts, I scatter them in Ask boxes and Summit boxes. A message to to leave yourself here. I want to you satisfied. My Tumblr Crush. Protected form the false Anon Haters. They are tiny. I can see the whole Haters and Lovers. Every single ash of their existence and I divide them. All the haters must come to dust. All haters. Haters die. The Anon Hate ends. I bring life.
beyond this point