Saturday, December 21, 2002
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Monday, December 16, 2002
What an imperfect day for a rainstorm. Rain, rain, go away, I have a feeling you're here to stay.
The hardship isn't an enduring quality anymore, and all my labors seem to wind up in blustery days. The world certainly stops in a blink of an eye. My eye at least. I had to eat that white dove. It sure as hell isn't getting out of my sight again.
The hardship isn't an enduring quality anymore, and all my labors seem to wind up in blustery days. The world certainly stops in a blink of an eye. My eye at least. I had to eat that white dove. It sure as hell isn't getting out of my sight again.