She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Boldly stalk the woods, proud beast. For someday, you will end up somewhere else. Covered in dust, in front of a barely functional radio, forced to listen to Molly Hatchet all day long. Sad, fake eyes staring out at what once was and could have been. Now, a curiousity.
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