fools die
unfortunately i've come to a conclusion that i knew i would eventually have to make but didn't think i ever actually would have to. if that makes sense to you then you'll understand the importance and complexity of the situation. so while my throat is getting groggy and my head keeps on spinning, my logic is falling perfectly into line. at some point in time there will be a grace full of place but reality is mine i cannot claim this race. "so he is one of the many knavishly witty centered hooligans that came to grandmas house for the long weekends and the Christmas and new year holidays, middle david is a big gambler but just shy of a demolished cunt man". i however have been bouncing between the thoughts of integrity and pride or the possibility of ecstasy and a new found glory.
i'd like to hit the pitch right instead of living up tight but your logic on a dime mixed with a handicap of time is driving me insane feeling nothing there's to gain.
i'd like to hit the pitch right instead of living up tight but your logic on a dime mixed with a handicap of time is driving me insane feeling nothing there's to gain.