You can't always do it right, you can always do what's left.
Thoughts rearrange. Familiar now strange. All my skin is drifting on the wind.~
Because you can't spell "Slaughter" without "Laughter"
My cold, snide, intellectual life is just a veneer, behind which lies the plywood of loneliness.
Sonic (teh hedjhawg)
pling (sound of sonic going through coins)
you wanna be a millionaire