its research
The tome which is my life has many twists and turns - A hall of windows, towering side by side, streaching farher than any eye may see. Each more fragile than the next. Some are pristine and clear; Others cracked and, sorrowfully, others shattered to nothingness. Each tells a different story and each bares a different mood. Some hold that of laughter, some of tears, but all an experience of learning.
Like nasty stuff or just a average research?
pusillanimous individual
I was a kitten once. Oh, the bells they sang.The chorus rang.The wondrous noise of silence.And the iridescent colors of white.
maybe if you werent such a pothead monday maybe you could talks with the rest of us folks like a normal persons
because all this dry fall aint gone ridden me of my cackly voice yet, jack
-stache-
I'm sorry I bothered you then. I'll leave.
