|Originally posted by Vivid Boy |
my will impersonation
You fucking nailed it. It's like looking right at the ******, only you didn't appear to be molesting a golden retriever.
Nothing lasts, nothing lasts, everything is changing into something else. Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, everything is on track...
You know, William Blake said... uh, nothing is lost. Nothing is lost and I... I really believe that, we only move on...