Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
(Some day I'll tell y'all about the time a giant punker broke my foot at a punker gig in Victoria. I was about 17. He apologised profusely; well, it was Victoria, after all.)
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I think foot smashing happened alot with the pogo!
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