It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
...drink a bottle of brandy brewed by the damned with me.
if you don't know what that means i don't want to meet you.AND
My Blog
maybe i will start the blog
the night started bad. i was tired and just getting over a sickness that lasted a week and change.once we got to where we were going i knew it wouldnt be a bad night.well doneabove a pool took some ph... Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 15:45:00 GMT
