katierin*: // //
katierin*: *oh, the places we'll go...
Ben & Shayna Crawford: ...I can see we're all in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse!
Ben & Shayna Crawford: The alcoholic equivalent of a mugging- expensive and bad for the head.
wes.crawford@rocketmail.com: Apples of our eye
katierin*: // fisherman's daughter \\
Ben & Shayna Crawford: After the storm #1
crecre: Buttonhole
zachary crawford: A thing for buoys
Ben & Shayna Crawford: and so before it can reach me I hear the tick and bolt.
Ben & Shayna Crawford: Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
zachary crawford: Escargot a go go
Ben & Shayna Crawford: Tonight at noon
Ben & Shayna Crawford: By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping.
Ben & Shayna Crawford: O for a beaker full of the warm South
crecre: nohovel cove (the crawford secret swimmin' hole)
Ben & Shayna Crawford: My lyrics are bottomless
Ben & Shayna Crawford: I had a budgie but it died... whoa whoa... I like pie
Ben & Shayna Crawford: Concrete Jungle
crecre: niemeyer against sky