They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul.

One day we're going to take a good look into each other's eyes and find out what we're made of. Then maybe you'll see for yourself just how soulless I turned out to be.

This, too, shall pass.

That had to be the most bizarre dream I've had since that Elevator dream and the Chocolate Factory dream (http://thefisieuxfiles.livejournal.com/41662.html).

I was in a terribly disgusting toilet with him. The place was horrible. He was butt-naked. The toilet was overflowing with crap. ( Read more... )