my casual starting words are sly, no more starting from the mind instead we will start from who am I guy, my, lie, and fried, stoned and disowned and thrown but not boned, so slow and gro, and know and trow, for the plow and the trough is a hand with a mouth, one without the other is a rat without a race, and a pace without a race is feet without a path, so design the wrath and choose the cast of the casualties you will endure, for there will be countless that we will imploor, when the right one walks out of the door, there will be a hope that reigns no more
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 07:12:24 +0000