The place you go when you're done doing you're thing at the place with the people who don't think they saw you there with the things that actually were there...or you're typing this...or maybe reading this whole entire thing...with the people at the place here.
The land of happy magical flutterbys and candy stores with ice cream shoes or bottles of freaky-deaky booze---meh, kinda the place where you're no where, but you are, and aren't. Kinda like now. Or now. Or now. Here in the wonderful land of Boredomville. (...help...MEE..!!) O.O
by ~Harlequin~ January 23, 2009