Ramblings in search for significance even in this small world that I live in...How does every suppose to fit into the reality of every day living when you dream of the fairytell ending...were we so wrong to dream?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Fly me to the sky
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away
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