Dec 02, 2008 13:40
I declare jihad on the english language, and all creative writing.
ice may lack a certain nice, but winter is no splinter faction- life is growing wellish. Break will either be a break or break me, you decide, we report.
She's a real she'll never fall
Waits in the taxi if room service calls
I've been with viceroys and I've been with kings
In your emporium it's golden late ring