 Friends      | No Skype or cam no nudity thanks I don't add friend requests unless we have chatted in the chat rooms first  Speshul_Gal: This is what happened when i married Mel gibson....do you speshul gal take thee mel gibson as your AWFUL wedded wife and mel said yes then the minister said if anyone is against this marriage speak now or forever hold your pizza :snicker; 9 hours ago • Report • Link 0 Speshul_Gal: Everyone in the chat rooms were fighting the insults were as fast lightning in fact it was a little bit frightening the blockers blocked with expert timing  Speshul_Gal: She said, green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die (Post deleted by scott william evans ) Speshul_Gal: I dont normally put pics up like this but this one takes the cake ...i mean im old enough to be his grandmother Picture  mirboo: In this Australian night people rode in cars to destinations unknown To parties and parks by road sides to drink like they always did Baring their souls to those we loved and hated in equal measure In houses clinging to dirt that you came from and would return again Flashes of red and blue light police cars sirens wail To places where people clung to life with death waiting by knife or gun People gazed at stars in the Milky Way as lives were validated In the way they lived by good or evil in equal measure of a soul People loved and fought remembering who they were in A moments instant of tempered heat of adrenalin running forth Fires sprang up to burn all before it leaving ashen remains Of chair and table and bed and lost lives committed to a Heaven awaits Cars crashed into other cars wreaking a havoc of meshed steel And glass left on road sides in spider patterns of violence taught Babies were born to mothers who loved without measure At this new life to scream and wail into the air screaming I am here Prisoners slept fitfully a moments grace behind locked door Remembering their wrongs a personal purgatory of their own making People ran till their lungs burst and our veins throbbed in An ultimate freeing of soul from the body a trapped forever till death People shot up drugs to ease a troubled mind of methamphetamine And heroin in a moment of the syringes plunge People slept in doorways and under bridge with no place to call Home in the Lucky Country oh you think it is maybe once it was Love was promised to another under moonlight of promises kept As it felt like your heart broke with all before it and never again People found angels and demons in the forgotten places where people Never trod or would again the place marked and obliterated from all memory In those years of immortality thought of futures unlimited and hoped for a golden Path to be trod in magnificent glory forever and ever amen in this Australian night.  out_botboyin1: Hi there... I am unable to msg u and u arent active in the room lobby. Am from melb too  Speshul_Gal: Yes i can see you are from melbourne but as i said i dont add randoms have a good night |
