(June 3, 2011 at 4:01 pm)Ace Otana Wrote: Nah, they love me too much.
When I say that, I'm almost always lying.
They probably love the idea of killing you, but can't find a knife or gun with which to do so
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