Wednesday, April 15, 2009


There is an absence of material for a social learning environment. It's served in alcohol to get the ripe tastened humor. Can't a humble, yet, fragile noose tinker with a married woman? Why must it ask for her keys into the house? The windows were shattered. Blood covered every inch of every line of cocaine that was on the mirror. In the reflection was a master carpenter asking himself, "Why must I end lives in order to make people happy?"

Just in case there is, there isn't. Understand granite is only a fraction line forced to web troubled medicines. 

No comments: