leaves of grass
because only in dream and in death,oh my poor old man,we can find ourselves..
Thursday, May 20, 2010
emails
Why can I never bring myself to write an email, even when my life depend on it??
There is something intrinsically wrong with me..
John Barleycorn must Die.
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