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Little lies, never bring you pain.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Little lies, never bring you pain.
Turn you ear to the wind
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Turn you ear to the wind
And I'll whisper to it, again.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
And I’ll whisper to it, again.
Little white lies.
Did you know that in Africa,
place of my birth,
home of my heart,
source of my soul.
Evil spirits, are white.#thought— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Little white lies. Did you know that in Africa, place of my birth, home of my heart, source of my soul. Evil spirits, are white. #thought
Of Africa's definition, I am exempt, for my complexion is deemed "Peach"… 🙂
Why does color, even count?— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Of Africa’s definition, I am exempt, for my complexion is deemed “Peach”… 🙂 Why does color, even count?
Beware of the friends, who aren't even there.
In Twitterverse, they are the bots, regurgitating prefabricated mush, in clock-step.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Beware of the friends, who aren’t even there. In Twitterverse, they are the bots, regurgitating prefabricated mush, in clock-step.
People are like mixed herbs,
you never get quite the same flavor, twice.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
People are like mixed herbs, you never get quite the same flavor, twice.
Exhaustion just struck me a foul blow. Farewell my friends, and my enemies – you get to stand guard, over there…
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
Exhaustion just struck me a foul blow. Farewell my friends, and my enemies – you get to stand guard, over there…
If only we could wash our souls, as we wash our skin.#thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013
If only we could wash our souls, as we wash our skin. #thought
The reaper rises, as we fall.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 1, 2013