Umbreo Utukku
16 Dec 08 - 01:27
Oh well. By then I doubt I'll remember the question.
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.