His name is Oliver Hart by the way. Bottle dreams, here for you were my fav songs
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole
scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you're
on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on
at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers
raced across the grassy field toward each other like
two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
Correct me if I am wrong but wasn't he in Deep Puddle Dynamics?
Anyways, a sad day for hip hop. RIP.
"That's weird, i'm pooing" - Tj schill
"the photographer caught them in the middle of the infamous act of "anal urination" - I_Am_God
NSG is alot like the middle east, one big shit hole that no one wants to visit - Gnartron