Last Login: 06/16/2025 12:29 pm
Registered: 06/01/2006
Gender: Female
Location: Utah
Hush little baby,shhhh, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a big black bird!
One crow, sorrow. Two crows, joy. Three crows, a letter! Four crows, a boy. Five crows, silver. Six crows, gold! Seven crows, a secret never to be told.
Do you know what they call a gathering of crows? Curve? A murder. A murder of crows. Think about it.
People once believed, that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens, that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
Suddenly, I heard a tapping,as if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right?
The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.
Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. And polka will never die.
I have nightmares about hell where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you
We have now left reason and sanity junction. Next stop looneyville.
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May I ask what you like about this spectacular show?
MISS YOU PACKMATE
hows life??