Dit was de laatste:
Let's go outside and all join hands, but until then you'll never understand…
You were born to be real not to be perfect
Yesterday/all my troubles seemed so far away – The Beatles, uit Yesterday (Help, 1965)
tiptoe through the tulips...
I don't think you quite understand, honey
Tell me, my friend. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Queer and tired of your shit
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
[ bericht aangepast door chonkychi op 15 nov 2015 - 9:36 ]
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.