I am like a pallete...many colors and many shades. The more I am used the more I become mixed up. Soon enough I am worthless and must be thrown out. For then another pallete is lifted...and the same process begins again. Kate Tue...Victim of Reality...

When I enter passing time I search for you, when my MSN rings I turn to you. Because my life is incomplete without you.

Orca! Going to #1 someday.