1998, it was october, i lit your house on fire, the rabbit said i should, empty boxes line my house, where are my keys?, if clowns dont make me laugh nothing will, all i can see is my reflection in the mirror, but i guess thats what mirrors do.
how have you been? I need to come hang out with you guys one of these days soon! I need a little culture and damn't I still don't remember how to do that entire hand shake yet. blah.
