Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate, who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow - to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...
in life, everything depends on the extenuating circumstances.
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zarth:
I did take a break. It was short.
coley:
that was def worth a "harkharkhark!"