Flame. No, never shall I. The vileness seeps, or sweeps, into the depest recesses of my fifth grade time-outs, conforming my rebel's heart into a quivering, quavering, tired little basketball player. Ah. Yes.

Sigh....I was hoping that you wouldn't don the Hare Krishna robes, but if you must, then you must. So be it.


Dylanfanatic

Illusions fall like the husk of a fruit, one after another, and the fruit is experience. - Narrator, Sylvie

OF Blog of the Fallen