Rust-colored puma, have to show the claws. Supposed to be a pack but it's never like that, it's always selfishness and lovers of self or money, people want fucking money or to run some scam, to injure and insult. You get more raw honesty from Eli, he whose heart is pure, a complete idiot blessed by God.
Digital brothers, the rest live with WORMS, supposed to be loyal, but few are, happy birthday. Never had my teeth sink in your head, the rest are marked, it's broken.
I see people smiling and laughing, speaking gibberish and making strange gestures toward one another. They call it dancing and to me, it looks more like turtles wading through a lake of shit.