I sometimes wonder what it would be to have a world full of moderately tiny-lily licking, scissor-snipping, frog skipping stones. Alive with the glorious revelation that everything is not what it seems. After many distraught mishaps with several pretentious fellows, it is disclosed that stones are stripped of all their bare self righteousness during this time of mutual equilibrium.
This is it.
This is where the mere notion of life seems almost as sweet as any thought before it.
The balance of time.
The scheduled confliction against life's greatest con.
jeeeeeeeze :/ i've been friends with whoever that is for three and a half years :/ omg i feel so bad right now. it feels like we're best friends and you don't remember me. but you don't even know who i am :/ i was so excited when i found your stickam. ugh i'm sorry.
