said the cat, as his face stretched wide as his body 'nished, "somehow you strayed and lost your way, and now there'll be no time to play, no time for joy, no time for friends - not even time to make amends. you are too naïve if you do believe life is innocent laughter and fun."
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
In the name
My imagination has been so many things; she's a drug, she's a lie, she's a hidden alibi
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