harold.lloyd:
cigarette smoking man
harold.lloyd:
pro-cras-ti-na-tion
harold.lloyd:
I love the smell of napalm in the morning
harold.lloyd:
All the glory when you ran outside With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied And you told me not to follow you
harold.lloyd:
Hooray, man! Today already rocks!
harold.lloyd:
After The Gold Rush
harold.lloyd:
Dana Katherine Scully, M.D.
harold.lloyd:
tissue paper petals
harold.lloyd:
God only knows what I'd be without you
harold.lloyd:
lean on me
harold.lloyd:
yearning
harold.lloyd:
I'm a little crocus, short and stout
harold.lloyd:
september crocus
harold.lloyd:
junk shot