Hand me my leather!
Don't kill anyone if you don't have to. We're here to make a deal.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Alicia K - Jun 08, 2005 11:42:39 am PDT #8915 of 10003
Uncertainty could be our guiding light.
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:43:34 am PDT #8916 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather.
Shiny leather in the dark.
JohnSweden - Jun 08, 2005 11:44:19 am PDT #8917 of 10003
I can't even.
Tiny dancer in my hand.
joe boucher - Jun 08, 2005 11:46:56 am PDT #8918 of 10003
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
Tiny dancer in my hand.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Pictures of Lily made me feel so wonderful...
Gandalfe - Jun 08, 2005 11:48:44 am PDT #8919 of 10003
The generation that could change the world is still looking for its car keys.
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:49:09 am PDT #8920 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I love you for sentimental reasons.
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 12:54:38 pm PDT #8921 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Pictures of Lily made me feel so wonderful...
Pump it up, until you can feel it.
Polter-Cow - Jun 08, 2005 1:21:21 pm PDT #8922 of 10003
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Love is suicide.
Glamcookie - Jun 08, 2005 1:28:30 pm PDT #8923 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Everybody hurts
joe boucher - Jun 08, 2005 1:29:49 pm PDT #8924 of 10003
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
Love is suicide.
And suicide is painless.
Therefore love is painless. But love hurts. Love scars. It wounds and mars.
So much for that syllogism