Must i sell my soul? must i lick your toes? Must i give you my heart on a platter, still beating fresh and warm from my gaping chest hole? Probably not but bitching and whining about it probably helps. ^_~
--- Live, live for the air you breath, live for the people you see, live for the days long gone, live for the memories of the good and the bad, live for long conversations with the one you love. Live.
