The guy that lives next to me is playing some kinda boring repetitive punk rock and singing along and it is two oclock on a saturday night and i've come home drunk and i can hear him singing along. I can't tell what he's singing about. So anyway, you love racquetball, don't you and you hate poetry
keep on dreaming, hoping of an exciting future where we are all alive.
never take anything away. keep everything. go go go.
Hello, , welcome to my world., you, are blessed
Jay Blazek Crossley