Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Insane oddball on the strike.
Our melodramas morphs into my nightmare. Your temper serves as a perpetual reminder to my fears. You may shoot me with your words, cut me with your eyes. But still, like air, i'll rise.
posted by Charis on Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Sunday, June 20, 2004
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others." - Sam Levenson
posted by Charis on Sunday, June 20, 2004
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