“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
Our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds…
You were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.
don't worry; i'll catch you
...
no need for reminding
you're still all that matters to me...
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map