As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
Blogger would not let me post yesterday so here are some pics I was going to post for your pleasure.
Posted by BlackGold at 11/01/2006 08:17:00 AM
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