|
11-08-2007, 06:04 AM
I've never eaten either, but smell-wise, I prefer chicken; turkey smells like some kind of rotten alcoholic beverage to me and whenever we go to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving, I immediately go out on a porch and stay out there till we eat, that's how bad the smell is to me.
Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer.
Blind Guardian
Av by Miranda_
|