Man, what happened to you? We used to chill late night, smoke joints and drink beers together, talk about bitches and watch a football game. Now you're all into this "autistic" shit. Whats up with that?
Why're you so perfect? Why do I feel soft and squishy everytime I see you? Why do I feel excited when you play with me? Why do I feel that life's so colorful when you exist?
stand up. there you go. you were dreaming. not even last night's storm could wake you. i've heard them say we've reached morrowind, i'm sure they'll let us go.
mac
