Saturday, April 30, 2005

The year of the fuck

Other than the peace that lies beneath the ground, sits hope in something, someone, somehow. Prove and show in physical spirit how this is real. Worthy. Clap the hands that feed and jump without joys. Joys inside the pocket of charity and yes I knows. Link it baby. Link it.
Go spawn.

1 comment:

Sharon69 said...

would love to chat with you over a bottleof some really good cape wine