memories ,light the corners of my mind,misty water color memories,of the way we were,scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind,smiles we gave to one another,fore the way we were~
YOUR YOUNGEST AND STRONGEST WILL FALL BY THE SWORD - You carry that stink of the street. - I like that. It makes me feel good. I like the smell of it. It opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on. - Is this your way of getting revenge? - No. It's just the way I see things. But he'll always be a two-bit punk... ...so he'll never be my beloved.