Windy days or the strange case of where the hell is the washing machine?
17 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
Strange days of cold and wind
Why are we in this hole, why dose it matter how she looks?
It’s not you, it’s her.
Lights, love, low place to sink,
Only interested in the intellectual aspects my ass.
Sew my head with beads again and screw my head back on. Today’s not a good day for science.
