<p align="center">[glow=black]Beggars stare at the brand new sneakers on the[/glow]
[glow=white]Anarchists[/glow] [glow=black]and_[/glow][glow=white]celebrity speakers[/glow]
[glow=black]These are improbable days my friends[/glow]</p>
<p align="center">[glow=black]Beggars stare at the brand new sneakers on the[/glow]
[glow=white]Anarchists[/glow] [glow=black]and_[/glow][glow=white]celebrity speakers[/glow]
[glow=black]These are improbable days my friends[/glow]</p>
Classic. I honestly don't think I could have come up with a better response than that one.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
the irony here is that while i am still a full-time student at the extremely prestigous university of alberta, my wayward brother here actually <i>did</i> flunk out and now goes to, *snicker* community college, where he takes classes such as "remedial shoe tying 101", "don't touch that, it's hot 210" and "the gum under the desks is not free candy 100"