When dancing, lost in techno trance, arms flailing, gawky Bez, then find you snagged on frowns, and slowly dawns, you're jazzing to the beep tone of a life support machine, that marks the steady fading of your day old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens, lead to blue flash road smash, stretchers covered heads, and slippy red macadam, and find you creeping 'neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangled bird, hoping soon you too will be freezer drawered... Then welcome, ooh, blue chemotherapy wig, welcome in... Jam.
Originally posted by \W//Why not do both? I'm on KMC when I watch TV and stuff, I often have Netflix in one window and KMC in the other
yeah tell me about it! been sitting here thinking oh great no one is here so i'll just post to myself for freaking hoursbad timing
i'm sure some other people will show up now