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!
Been crazy on the run this week, will try to start up the posts again on Monday hope everyone is having a great December,I know i am not.
Posted by BlackGold at 12/17/2006 10:33:00 PM
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