2015●04●03
There’s a shadow just behind me,Shrouding every step I take,
Making every promise empty,
Pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path of “must we”
Just because the son has come.
Words
Videodrome
- Q likes the fourth line too
- The Golden Child puts one in
- Comparing Buff to Bert
- Doug
MacLean and SportsNet guys on whether to ditch draft
lottery
Reality is already half computer
hallucination
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