grrrgle

2002-11-04, 11:53 a.m.

hmmm so my broken head went from that frying pan that was making me into scrambled eggs, right into this flame that will burn away the taste before too long. this is me here thinking that i am half and i am the prose that killed juliet. I am the tree that was logged, then used to make a prison.

but atleast i got to blow powdered sugar out of my pipe aat dinner tonight.

quote of the day: "does he go crazy like this if you dont feed him?