Thursday, December 13, 2007
If you prick us do we not bleed?/If you tickle us do we not laugh?/If you poison us do we not die?/And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? (Merchant of Venice, Act III, Sc. 1)spoken like a sharp rock.
my man is one who can turn a sharp rock into sweet jelly with just one touch.
~*~SpRiNg * tAmZ~*~ bloomed 
12/13/2007 02:40:00 pm.
12/13/2007 02:40:00 pm.