ARGH! I was wondering why FM kept talking to himself!!!
haha. if we ever wanna photoshop our pics, we know who to go (or who NOT to go) to.
yea. boobsie looks like a (teddy) bear, and his lil bro looks to be from the same stock too.
and yess.....when i saw night's pic, i was that's night? buh...buh...his avatar looks so much more nightish.. (yes, night, you're cute. )
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Yay alcohol! Yay for using friends like a cane! Yay for leaning on a real cane so much that night that you wake up with a gigantic bruise on your palm!
"The subject chooses to sit in shadow and search for wisdom by reflecting upon his trial. The problem is not that he is cold and wet, but that cold and wet seems problematic, so he embraces those hardships in order to best them."