“Idleness … does not consist in doing nothing, but in doing a great deal not recognized in the dogmatic formularies of the ruling class.”
you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.
I don’t make my shape with your phony lines.
And I know what to look for in a wave.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map