Curiosity never killed anyone. Curiosity never killed anyone. Curiosity never killed anyone. Three is the perfect number. Three is the perfect number. Three is the perfect number. Dragons are slain by knights in white satin. I love that song. It was on yesterday as I was in my car. The windows were up because I have allergies. Fuck my genes. Knights in white satin/never reaching the end. And I love you/ oh how I love you. Broken skies are mended by street lights. At a certain velocity, it all looks like nothing. Color and line that hold on for the sake of image. We are only as strong as we say we are. I have a limp cock and a limp will to live. Which one will be the death of me?