10:58 p.m. - 2008-01-03
In a field of dreams
Twilight bleeds unto the skin, and then mustang is split in two. All hail the King/Queen, the hand down justice or hand down your head, which ever tastes the best. Through these distorted images I search for the lock, the heart, and the princess of love. She gave me a taste of ecstasy, and I want more. I look, high and low for my one and only through this field of dreams.