The head stares down upon us.
Floating. Crying.
Cry when I Cry...
When do raindrops taste like tears?
Only when I Cry when I Cry...
This side of the looking glass we wonder about the outside world and hope that it is not so far away...Thus we can do two things...fear it, or go through the looking glass.
Mini & Me
We're just so EEEEEvil!
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- Misplaced Californian hanging out on the Right Coast dealing with another long New england winter. Husband, Dad, M-Dog owner...
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