Sometimes...
All I need is the air that I breath and to...
Be let the hell alone!
I barely tolerate a cell phone. I feel like having an umbilical cord attached to the system.
This new generation is scared shitless of being alone.
What happen to SPACE? I love solitude!
All I need is the air that I breath and to...
Be let the hell alone!
I barely tolerate a cell phone. I feel like having an umbilical cord attached to the system.
This new generation is scared shitless of being alone.
What happen to SPACE? I love solitude!