a quiet desire for forgotten dreams
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Everything in its time
Laughing my ass off with a pal and recounting horrific tales old and new....
Blardy insomnia from all the oxygen ingested, breaths gasped, hip-cups endured. Yes, but above it all, thanks for the only thing that mattered...
"Everything in its time."
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