
Everybody has a hole, in their soul, in their face, everywhere. And you can’t be whole with a hole.
Everybody has a hole, in their soul, in their face, everywhere. And you can’t be whole with a hole.
Dondrance Donder once won a footrace against its own feet.
Nobody knows what it is, not even you.
Binky has had a hard life.
You can doter or you can dorter, but you can’t do both.
Trondar wants to get to know you, the real you.