When I think of death, I think of full moons.When I think of death, I think about being shot at and missed.
Or better yet, not being shot at, at all.
Everything else is bullshit.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
An IN-finity of full moons
Living Freedom Blog Archive A finity of full moons:
Or better yet, not being shot at, at all.
Everything else is bullshit.
Or better yet, not being shot at, at all.
Everything else is bullshit.
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