These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall. It's just a little rain, oh yeah
Monday, November 3, 2008
"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"
Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).