Sting cries and so do I "I stiiiiilllllll loooove youuuuu, I stilllllll, want, you……A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves like galaxies in my head."
*horn swings and cries*
Ants are marching, and I’ve been to the desert on a horse with no name. There is Muskrat Love in the air. Freddy, God rest his soul, and I sing together "we are the champions!" and it all feels so good.
Oh – how I love the smell of windex, murphys oil and the fresh March air.