Friday, August 6, 2010

The world is big. The world is small. Happiness flits about like a lightning bug. Sometimes, I don't want to catch it to jar it up. I would rather it light up the night.
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The Bun

The Bun
If you don't like rabbits, you can suck it, shove it and then go soak your head.