I wrote this with Eitan at 1 o'clock in the morning.
For a number of reasons.
Unimportant.
I wonder how it turns out.

imnotchelsea (12:56:59 AM): He ran through the street.  Panting, his breath burned it's way through his starved lungs.  yet he couldn't sto running.
Bizkitalltheway (12:58:06 AM): "how far back are they? What was taht?" he knew what he ( Read more... )