― Michael White (Hereward), Sunday, 14 November 2004 05:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 14 November 2004 11:53 (twenty-one years ago)
I was sitting on my front steps, enjoying the waning sun of summer past and a butterfly landed on the back of my hand.
It looked at me with those soulful multifaceted eyes as if to say "I can't find any flowers. Kill me and spare me a slow death."
Then it shit on me and I killed it.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Monday, 15 November 2004 04:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nuts and Bush, Tuesday, 16 November 2004 22:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 17 November 2004 16:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 17 November 2004 18:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 17 November 2004 23:08 (twenty-one years ago)