Don't bolt your door with a boiled carrot...
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
"I want brown bread... no, that is diesel oil..."
"So I was raised in Europe, where History comes from ..."
"NON !!! La Plume de mon oncle n est pas Bingibangibungi !!!"
Where there is sorrow I seek the Flame - Rumi
Jesus helps me trick people.
Don't bolt your door with a boiled carrot...
he thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees the ghosts
Meh
Don't bolt your door with a boiled carrot...