kenkantor: I almost caught the same disease.
kenkantor: Treason is the reason for the season.
kenkantor: I have a tendency to project people onto objects.
kenkantor: New points on a broken compass.
kenkantor: Loving you required a whole new vocabulary.
kenkantor: Be careful of the new, extra-terrestrial diseases.
kenkantor: I saw the shadow of a spider moving along the sidewalk.
kenkantor: A endless series of negative vignettes.
kenkantor: Just wait, it too shall come to pass.
kenkantor: (Water+Air)*Fire=1/Earth