Speaking of my "music" on that last post

[confusedllama]

My God, someone stop me.

Early in the morning sunlight
Soaring on the wings of dawn
Here I'll live and die with my wings in the sky
And I won't come down no more

Higher than the birds I'm flying
Crimson skies of ice and fire
Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel
And I won't come down no more

Chorus:Sail on, sail on

Comments

[darkyak]

Of course it's safe. How would you ever connect a song about someone dying alone with Firefly/Serenity? ^_~

[confusedllama]

You're a boob.

ahem. . .

[velenobello]

*takes away the crack pipe, hides the acid, mushrooms and pot, and breaks the bong over your head*

there we go, i think that about does it. your roommate took all the needles with her when she left.

^_^

Re: ahem. . .

[confusedllama]

*snort* If listening to Kansas and Bruce Springsteen makes me a drug-fried hippie, you're about seven years too late.

[arthenadent]

Yeah, you shoulda seen Lari when she was thirteen. Girl could wash down shrooms and pot brownies with a hit of whatever's going round the room, a line or two (off a hot man's abs, natch) and a bottle of LSJD (acid-laced Jack Daniels) like nobody's business ^_^

[angelburnsy]

Dude... I thought you were in the "cold place", not at the party I took poor little Larissa to the other night! Oh, that was when she was thirteen? never mind... I didn't hypnotize her and make her go anywhere the other day... no place at all...