I cry too.
I cry too.
There are moments when one feels free from one's own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being. - Albert Einstein
You're all a bunch of cry babies.
I never cry, I was born without tear ducts.
my penis weeps when I get burnt with ghonorrea. How's that for love?
Ahahahahaha...oh wait, that wasn't funny, that was stupid
People are bastard coated bastards with bastard filling