I sigh again and drift into thought. Why does Nic always dream of unicorns? There has to be a deeper meaning to that. I mean, the most perverted of people... and unicorns. It just doesn't make sense.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
And on the pedestal these words appear:/'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;/Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'/Nothing beside remains. — Percy Bysshe Shelley