Wednesday, October 15, 2008

be harry

One wonders if both feelings of being dead sure and being hopelessly in love will ever coincide.

*whistles* it had to be yooouuu...

You know, the passionate pursuit of that which presses the heart no end. The ponderous portion which provides purpose and sometimes perplexity. The precious that one cannot pretend to live without.

Ok, this is plain prattling, isn't it?

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