So I've been talking to this girl. I have words in my head but relaying them in this medium is difficult sometimes. What I think of her goes a little somehting like this:
One day God walked on old Mount Royal
Just to dream up the human form
Threw stones and cans and comic books in a kettle
And you came out like a shining goddess of heavy metal.
Yup, that about sums it up.
Egads I want to hold her. Does that make me a bad man?
One day God walked on old Mount Royal
Just to dream up the human form
Threw stones and cans and comic books in a kettle
And you came out like a shining goddess of heavy metal.
Yup, that about sums it up.
Egads I want to hold her. Does that make me a bad man?
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ah, fuck.
the fates are cruel. but sometimes they can be tricked...