It's like a light on the top of a hill, shining, proclaiming its existence to the world. But who is it above that hill? Who art though light man? Why do you keep shining and never fade?
Man... Once again, it comes that time when I get to so spectacularly fail in listening. Ain't it sweet? Yeah...you wish.
*New motivation to fill in those white sheets and send it to whom it may belong to*
Friday, November 28, 2008
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