My OperaCold Rain
Tuesday, January 16, 2007 10:18:16 PM
Frigid rain blasts against the rotting window frame
as I shiver on the couch.
Every now and then I get up to pace around for a bit
and to stir the pot in which dinner lazily cooks.
Work is slow and money never comes fast enough.
The windows shudder as arctic winds howl through
these old alleyways.
I am lonely.
as I shiver on the couch.
Every now and then I get up to pace around for a bit
and to stir the pot in which dinner lazily cooks.
Work is slow and money never comes fast enough.
The windows shudder as arctic winds howl through
these old alleyways.
I am lonely.
Sarah Dreamsangel292005 # Wednesday, January 17, 2007 4:37:01 PM
MarcusFXM256 # Wednesday, January 17, 2007 6:39:08 PM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Wednesday, January 17, 2007 8:18:00 PM
It's OK. This post is sooo yesterday. Wait until you read about operation
"Cover the Cold"! It's coming up. Also a couple of new photo albums.
MarcusFXM256 # Wednesday, January 17, 2007 8:52:45 PM