Law Of The Jungle. The

Note To Self On Waking. Lay Off The Beer On An Empty Stomach. This Dream Is Even More Screwed Up Than The Time I Had A Donkey And A Corkscrew. (aiden) Donkey And A Corkscrew? (leta) I Don’t Know You Well Enough To Fill You In On Those Details. (aiden)

Ectoplasmic Plane? What The Devil Is That? (simone) It’s Jargon From Those Of Us Who Are Corporeally Challenged. It’s The Great Beyond Where We Bounce Into Each Other Like Floundering Atoms. It’s Really Kind Of Gross – Which Is Why I Hang Out With You. But Only Because You’re Less Gross Than They Are. (jesse)

Save Me, Shahara. Save Me From The Lonely Nights That Never End. (syn)

I Take It That The Judgment Is An Essential Point In Every Conviction, Let The Punishment Be Fixed Or Not.

I Can Tell You Love Him. (syn) Yeah, Like A Boil In My Nether Regions. (kiara)