From one of my favorite movies, Aliens: [the drop-ship crashes] Hudson: Well that's great, that's just fuckin' great man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now man... That's it man, game over man, game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do? Burke: Maybe we could build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
words are fickle things, there all ok i guess, i favour none really. i like the things that the words are not the words themselves,, peace,
