An Ex Parrot It's still snowing, and it won't stop-- and who would want it to? The sky is burning orange: fog and snow abound, surely a sign that the desert has no more hold. Warm in our pillow fort it's surreal to gaze out the window at an ocean of white. I think I'll have a cigarette and a Dr. Pepper. "...sweetheart are you feeling closer, | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |