Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Why Cant I Live In A Dream Forever? I Think Ive Been Pretty Good All My Ding Dang Life
More specifically, why cant I live in London for the rest of my long life?
And love the work I do, around the sounds of the people of London? And touch tiny doggies of London. And ride the trains and buses and eat small sandwiches?
And make awfully cute goofy half British children with high caliber pranking skills? Learned at a young age? By their mother and father? Who only like to wear stripes?
Siiiiiiigh. Still dreaming.
And love the work I do, around the sounds of the people of London? And touch tiny doggies of London. And ride the trains and buses and eat small sandwiches?
And make awfully cute goofy half British children with high caliber pranking skills? Learned at a young age? By their mother and father? Who only like to wear stripes?
Siiiiiiigh. Still dreaming.
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