And last night the clouds were glowing swirls, high above, with specklings of stars throughout the rest... I guess I can see why you like it here.
I'd guess sounding like a rusty chainsaw warrants being elbowed in the kidney.
Madness string 92868
I am not the dreamer behind the mask. I am not the dreamer. I have no mask. There is no mask. No mask! I am the mask!