various thoughts from the last living unicorn.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
On Every Road We Cross Alone, We're Thinking Of Those We Left Back Home.
we all have been degraded;
we all will be the greatest.
The Maine Is Love, And Love Is Real.
and john o'callaghan,
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