You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that
Thursday, July 15, 2010
" SUN SET "
" Her skin is like the dusk on the eastern horizon O can't you see it, O can't you see it, Her skin is like the dusk on the eastern horizon ...when the sun goes down. "
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