by ~Phantasos~ » Tue May 21, 2013 4:04 am
Soldier walked into the room an hour later. "Okay,where is my pizza? Did one of your little brats steal it?"
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."