Falling leaves, falling pixies. What a wonderful season.
I saw a man in a pink dress staring forlornly at the gasmasks over at the army surplus store. I handed him the calavera de azucar that I had his name written on it, and promised him I would always remember.
I am the Arm and I sound like This. - Eamon.
Think about all the things you like and decide if they're worth sticking around for. And if they're not, then you go away, and you don't get to like anything...ever. -eamon
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