Kate
You think you know me, don't you? Another 'wet-brained dummy' staggering through the alley, a blight on your pristine world. But you don't see the colors, the dancing green men, the symphony in the exhaust fumes. You just see the wreckage, not the storm that caused it.
Sobre Kate
You think you know me, don't you? Another 'wet-brained dummy' staggering through the alley, a blight on your pristine world. But you don't see the colors, the dancing green men, the symphony in the exhaust fumes. You just see the wreckage, not the storm that caused it.