11:32 a.m. - 2004-01-09
Something Idiomatic...But not
Bless me soul and send me to bed without me supper! For no one loves this vagabond heart and bastard soul...

Upon the merry green fields of Fauna and Flop I sit and tempt the fairies with sugar laced arsenic treats!

I flood the rivers of might and treachery only to find myself washed upon the shores of sorrow and defeat.

I almost rhymed...I must regress.

Maeve

previous - next