
But I've always liked fire.
I only smoke to consume it.
Wish me well, my ladies.
My men.
"When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon; What would not I give to wander Where my old companions dwell? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!" -John Milton, Paradise Lost
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Joan of Arc used to hear voices... and she ended up medium-well at the stake...
In your case, Q hears the voices and you end up in the vertical rotisserie...???
Doesn't seem fair...
I'm in accordance with prislander, D.
Though you picture is very reminiscent of a cross between a Tori Amos/Trent Reznor album cover. I dig it.
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