I wasn't aware that the knives I collected had names...
Now I feel kind of bad for using them so callously. Hell... cleaning them feels... wrong, now...
Now I feel kind of bad for using them so callously. Hell... cleaning them feels... wrong, now...
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