What good is it to be rich if we canna scrape up the scratch to buy a political prisoner on a whim?
Do you feel it? That roaring call?
I'm already inside your head. And your body's most definitely next.
Where Destiny sets its path,Fate shall follow...:
Writers are alphabet artists. The blank page becomes their canvas as they paint pictures with words.
I love you. Forever, and a day.
You cannot give up. We are Gargoyle, and we are strong.
...how crazy things have to get before I ended up drooling all over a strait jacket with my name on it at Happyville Manor.