Umbreo Utukku
19 Dec 08 - 01:54
Pretty sure it was an afrit.
When I set out from the boy's attic window, my head was so full of competing plans and complex strategems that I didn't look where I was going and flew straight into a chimney.
Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.
Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.