Boredom |
Out of Boredom
In a room where aging washes over you like molasses creeping up from behind, and the first and last day resides in the present, where the place just out of our sight, when past the be...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 06:15:00 GMT |
What? |
MY SMILE FELL OFF TODAY Current mood: quixotic
What has happened to my soul,Was the blood getting cold?You're getting older and I'm getting colder,Nothing much is fun...anymore;
Do you negate ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 06:11:00 GMT |
