you love chaos, don't you?
you fly around all day, wishing you could work the world backwards, trying not to get too close to anyone.. well good luck bombing me with your eyes rolling around on the floor. at least, that's what she said. and your enemies, they run with bells on their fingers and toes in places they shouldnt be buying shoes, so we'll always know when they're coming. it ended for us ... and yeah, you did bitch.
chasingchasingchasing;
yet the aftermath still looks good.