“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Thursday, December 30, 2010
BED INTRUDER SONG..
Hahaha Great.. I hope they actually found him cause this is more and more funny every time I see it.
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