Are you trying to tell me that fall will walk away? Are you pointing your jazz finger at me? Are we brushing away the leaves? Are we leaving? Is this divine? Back to the wine...

Xanax is supposed to feel like jazz... slow and smooth... like shuffling slowly on evening streets under a light rain. Jazz Finger will explain... it all... like fall.

I remember you. Minds intwined, wasting time. It was fine with me. It was more real than science. The science that has, unfortunately, become your god. god with a little "g." Do you still think the power of your mind and the "perfection" of science can handle and explain everything?

We will all be humbled soon.

i steal from you, upon mocking you and the memory of you


get out of here while you still have your soul. interact ugelli irregolari