Non-Print.

M Y V E R Y O W N W O R D S


courtesy of Russ Martin.

We.

I sent two links, both with blatant clues as to what my surprise was.

Both were blatantly ignored.

Back to picking up pieces after hurling a brick at your teeth.

We all fall down.

Your smile isn't much, fading, like me.

Currently, in a state of perpetual mess.