trampled in search of
trampled in search of
the rainbow of skittles
"Ogres are like onions."
with their bloodshot eyes
. The fairy queen flew
"Ogres are like onions."
for days on end
until she reached the
climax of her journey.
Live together. Die alone - [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvi_RCM3FAM[/url]
Then she died too.
The worse part was
,I wanted the fairy
to bend over my
fence and clean my
"Only the Dead have seen the end of War."
- Plato
yard overgrown with weeds.
"Ogres are like onions."
This morning in bed
, I mean last night