Went to my gradmas house and was bored so i decided to kill some time with old hunting rifle shooting beer can, i spent all bullets i feel inlove with guns, its like that gun was part of me, it became one with me.. almost every bullet hit the beer can pretending its people i hate
I FUCKING LOVE GUNS
For teen rotting in room i finally found my happiness
i just love it i dont know how can i wait while we visit her again