The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And, if we let go...
Friday, May 24, 2013
5/24/13
5/24/13
"Is that all you've got, a cheap trick and a cheesy one-liner? ... Sweetheart, that could be the name of my autobiography!"