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.
Writers are alphabet artists. The blank page becomes their canvas as they paint pictures with words.
Where Destiny sets its path,Fate shall follow...:
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.
