kenkantor: No really, they'll come back for you.
kenkantor: Pine cone variety.
kenkantor: Finish what you started.
kenkantor: How the west was won.
kenkantor: How can anyone claim to craft their own destiny?
kenkantor: In the sad garden.
kenkantor: Having a great time. Wish you were here.
kenkantor: Condescending.
kenkantor: I accept your cookies.
kenkantor: Nothing is safe or sacred.
kenkantor: Lost in the clouds but there were no clouds.