Life's a bitch and then you die, my Love. For some reason it doesn't seem so bad when Shirley Manson says it. I wish she could give me all my bad news.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.... but for now I hold the conch.
About Me
- flieswithoutwings
- Please click and read my short stories. Feel free to email me about whatever.
Blog Archive
- May (1)
- October (2)
- September (6)
- August (5)
- July (3)
- May (2)
- April (10)
- March (2)
- February (3)
- January (4)
- December (1)
- November (6)
- October (10)
- September (5)
- August (4)
- July (9)
- June (5)
- May (8)
- April (4)
- March (4)
- February (10)
- January (20)
- December (12)
- November (5)
- October (7)
- September (17)
- August (6)
- July (9)
- June (6)
- May (17)
- April (13)
- March (16)
- February (17)
- January (20)
- December (16)
- November (22)
- October (21)
- September (13)
- August (5)
- July (6)
- June (9)
- May (27)
- April (33)
- March (25)
- February (24)
- January (33)
- December (37)
- November (54)
- October (24)
No comments:
Post a Comment