Originally posted by Greg700 The guiness probably relaxed you enough that you inhaled a little more of that cigar than you should have.

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting