May 10, 2005 01:35
"A Little Piece Of Paper With A Picture Drawn Floats On Down The Street Till The Wind Is Gone And The Memory Is Now Like The Picture Was Then With The Paper Scrumpled Up It Can't Be Perfect Again"
Hmmmm makes so much sense those few lines in my little fucked up head **shrugs**
Go forth and find that shrawberry, then you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with a......HERRING!!!!!