bleeding hearts and liberals, capitol and pomp... sympathy and devils, grinning eating lunch... lifting spirits high and learning every stunt... lifted by the seat of the clergy man and stump... grinning teeth and skin at every bloody launch of that eveready vehicle of eversteady gait
this is what i hate
this is what i hate
syntropia:
I'm not entirely sure what I meant by that last statement, but I do remember being rather annoyed at having been lured into a conversation with an Art salesman... ughh.