Yesterday morning i had my first ‘Final Destination’ moment. You know how they can apparently stay alive by paying attention to the signs and signals and what have you? Every morning i cross at this set of traffic lights with a little island thing in the middle near the exhibition center. The island bit is sort of on the apex of the corner so as you stand there, the traffic is coming directly at you and then it curves away in front of you.
"I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you that it's impossible to get along with you"
"Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops"
"It's the terror of knowing What the world is about watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out'"
"What do you do when all your enemies are friends?"
