It's always a cycle with me! Careful>Careless>CARELESS>CARELESS>BANG. Then I'm safe for a while.
The bad ones melt into the fingers or thru bare knees, on wet ground, in the rain.
There is no reason I should be alive.
There is a theory that if you live thru a certain number of "near fatal" experiences, it proves infinite dimensions.
The bad ones melt into the fingers or thru bare knees, on wet ground, in the rain.
There is no reason I should be alive.
There is a theory that if you live thru a certain number of "near fatal" experiences, it proves infinite dimensions.