let me tell you this story about this ambidextrous talk show host that I used to live with who once told me that the sky was green. I didn't believe him so I hit back with a short sharp shot, disco me to oblivion baby;he uh, couldn't appreciate my sense of humour and that's when we started to grow apart.

raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

a girl with a glass balloon; forever black-eyed.