~* so, my love, your laughter is finally turning to tears, and you're begging for more, though the end is getting near *~
just me, my lighter and a lifes supply of paraffin
What a wonderful miracle if only we could look through each other's eyes for an instant.
Thoreau
~* so, my love, your laughter is finally turning to tears, and you're begging for more, though the end is getting near *~
To each der own as with all in life.
Me train running low on soul coal
They push+pull tactics are driving me loco
They shouldn't do that no no no
~* so, my love, your laughter is finally turning to tears, and you're begging for more, though the end is getting near *~
the end is nigh and now comence the time of the retarded badger
I honour you as an aspect of myself..
You are never to old to storm a bouncey castle..
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