His thoughtlessness really burns me up.

Played acoustically, glacially paced and sung in Kristofferson's parched, age-weathered voice, even his more lighthearted songs – Jesus Was a Capricorn, Best Of All Possible Worlds – were leant an eerie gravitas, while Me and Bobby McGee and Sunday Morning Coming Down sounded heartbreakingly careworn and poignant.

there better be homestucks or hetalians at this school i mean there was davesprite x jade on some fuckin lockers

Nevertheless it is certain, that oisters, and cockles, and mussels, which move not, have no discriminate sex