Scott Reynen was born in a car in the hospital parking lot. He later threw a boomerang that came back to hit him in the forehead. Scott has almost no sense of smell. Nonetheless, he managed to write this.
← the color of money ↔ friendly software →
anyone lived in a pretty how town is a poem by e. e. cummings, sent to me by ann a while ago. i set it to music, and now you can listen to it.
About — © 2006 typewriting.org
Article comment feeds: Atom, RSS