missing you.
Monday, January 07, 2008, 11:29 PM
Here. Here.
A rat was smelled. A sneaky, hairy rat.
Thee took a bite on a shinny apple. Thoughts were bloody. Apologies may not be forgiven. Many went bad, and rot.
You're sinned!
How can one be helped, as thy drowned oneself in thy
own defense.
Pity shall not be hold.
-- I think i got a long way to be a Play writer. hehe.