
8/24/2007 c1
41FreezingFire
Ahh, humanity, we're bred from insanity, and she's the end result.
Do forgive my rhymey little babble. It's an intense poem, and on those gloomy winter days that are so quickly approaching, I'll reread it with relish, a demonic, sadistic smile on my summer-starved face. Huh. Maybe I'm the insane one. Anyway, good job.

Ahh, humanity, we're bred from insanity, and she's the end result.
Do forgive my rhymey little babble. It's an intense poem, and on those gloomy winter days that are so quickly approaching, I'll reread it with relish, a demonic, sadistic smile on my summer-starved face. Huh. Maybe I'm the insane one. Anyway, good job.