its like youve turned off the tap and the pipes are groaning and my bottom lip is shaking because fear is the beauty that is left when love has gone away. did that make any sense to you... lol... me neither. ladies and gentlemen that is what we call abstraction/non-sense. sometimes i wish i could sound so much bigger than i am... because i want to be big and great, but i am small. i am small and foolish and plain.

"make not provision for the flesh"

a.ka.

"stop thinking about yourself"

angela