Everything is safely stored in the Archives
The doer and the be-er become the same thing
“i know someday i might be looking around, trying to find some purpose. well purpose it can’t be that hard to find, as long as i’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me”
Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map