Everything is safely stored in the Archives
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
I guess I only knew one angle of your face..
I bared my throat and my wrists, then you come at me with this.
Bright lights might say your name, but they only light the stage —
nothing there to prove.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map