Form TX

drops of rain,
beat against my window
pane
eating up my window's
brain
makes it hard to think

yooooooooooooooooooou stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink

Pro-deuce, Peat

Heaven is a place only one person can visit.
It's where angels go to dream. They dream of oxygen, and of nitrogen, and of many other things they can no longer breathe.
I wish you could see them. The only reason you can't is because you're alive. You live with candy in your pockets. When it gets hot your pockets melt and anything you put in there sticks together, it's annoying. Oh yeah, can I have my camera back?