A little poem I wrote... |
...And I read... I lay awake in bedeye lids defy gravity.Time for a rip of the bongAnd to the bong I pray,Sing me a soft, sweet song of sleepan old timin' lullaby to ease my troubled mind,and send me ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 10:25:00 GMT |
An epic rant about everything. |
The person you are is determined by the good you bring into the world, not your occupation.
And that's all i have to say about that.
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:37:00 GMT |
