This is one of those things that Danno and I could never agree if we should show at Hell. I said it was short enough; he said it was too quiet. We'll see what happens next year, when I give this one an airing, but maybe second hour. And then there's this:
Oh, you beautiful summer children. I went to too many heroin funerals in the 90s that I can't look at this and not think of all those singed fairy wings.
They were all beautiful. They were all going to fly for ever. My delicate angels.
Sunday, October 04, 2015
Posted by Dr. Mila at 9:17 PM