Something dead that is still talking, possibly because my axe is embedded in his nervous system Wrote:So, maybe I should go find some other threads, instead of just sitting in this one.
Yes.
And if this is the morgue, I'll fit right in. Black an white is what I wear most days, and in a few years the hair will be black. Or grey.
Whichever comes first.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
