Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away. Naught may endure but Mutability.
Sooooo.....really, you might as well laugh.
I just burned the hell out of my mouth. For some reason, the coffee at the machine right outside my office, which is always (usually) a pleasant, drinkable temperature, is magma today.
posted by Ted @ 10:54 AM
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I'd rather laugh than dance; walk than nap; think than drive; sing than clean house; build than watch.
It's not so much the speed of life as the smoothness of the roads. Smooth roads always bring boring sights. Give me the dusty side roads, please.
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You shouldn't EVER put anything in your mouth unless you're sure you can handle it.
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