On 11 April 2007, a walking piece of meat with a mop of curly hair and a propensity for Pall Malls (the "classy way to commit suicide") stopped puttering around this little blue and green rock.
"Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand."
I don't know about you, but I practice a disorganized religion. I belong to an unholy disorder. We call ourselves "Our Lady of perpetual Astonishment."
-KV
Cigarette
Cleveland, OH
April 2004
APR 11, 2007 11:06 PM