That’s no trumpet concerto in E flat.
Defies explanation. Wriggles its fingers at you and dares you to click.
This is juvenile and will make you ashamed, but it’s like that time you went out at night jumping on people’s rooves (roofs – Czelticgirl) and scaring the shit out of them by howling like raving madmen when they came out to their garage. In five years’ time, you’ll wonder how you could ever be so childish, and in ten years’ time, you’ll lament over how punk rock you were and how bourgeois you’ve become.
That was *YOU* on my roof?!
Comment by sam — 4/13/2004 @ 2:28 pm