May 17, 2006 10:15
I can only remember one other time.
He kills the spiders which eat all the bugs.
And the room is 85 degrees all the time.
The beach is not the place to fight.
Going.
Foul weather friends, just a few.
And the guilt just grows and grows.
And the more people you give yourself to
the more you lose a bit of your soul in each of them.
And I never thought it was so easy.