Originally Posted By: CV
I'm just imagining you both being untimely ripped from your mothers' wombs.


I was convicted of theft before I sprang from the womb
They took me straight from my mother to a cell in the tombs
'cause I was a Catholic child
My blood ran red, my blood ran wild
I was a Catholic Boy
Conceived through pain, not through joy

Jim Carrol, R.I.P.

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.