Good God. Help Thy Followers.

[clampet]

... How life is so irregular? When one day we Feel something so amazingly true; then the day next it is as if the feeling had withered to die. One short motion as if a glance to the side - all present is past, and the past can never tell lies. But how can this past - strong, forced, loathed, forgotten - still hold chains to everything in motion

Comments

[anonymous]

dude, check out your back ground! I think its time for a new one...

:) MeL

[solarmel]

What? You didn't like the pic?