Clubs:
Elegant Lolitas I Love Chickens and Llamas

You sit from your higher chairs, your little things, your litesmirks and grins as you wonder, what the hell is she doing? What is she? Why is she here? And I'll sit back and simply grin, and give a response. You can't give yourself answers to the questions when you're not sure what you're asking. You look in my eyes and swear that I'm dead. I say I've never been more alive. You look at me and claim that I'm mad. On the contrary, I'm as sane as any other person. As you stare at me even deeper, you then begin to realize, maybe you've been brainwashed, too.