The Tale of SteveI dreamt I was on a roof; to be more precise I dreamt I was falling off a roof, only this was not your normal falling dream. It was one of those dreams where I knew it was a dream and unlike most falling dreams I didn't wake up; what I did do was stop falling. I was standing not quite on the roof and not quite on the side of the building. It was night in this dream and the only light I had to go by was the occasional street lamp, but it was enough for me to see that something was moving far below me. Squinting I could make out that it was not just one thing down there; it was several things. &nThe Tale of Steve
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Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
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We Live, We Breath and Every Moment is a Masterpiece...
G-Dragon fo-lyfe <3
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KON!
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