"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
jack elliot cardno and when i was a kid i wanted to be an astronaught (Y)
i love it when your listening so intently that your eyes blur out of focus and when your staring so hard that you turn down the volume and everything numbs a little bit
