June 21st, 2006


We'll Always Have Paris

Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so.

Little girl was sick Monday night to the point I stayed at home Tuesday. Played a lot of ball in the backyard with the boy. He's pretty good. Grilled a lot of vegetables the last couple of days, smoked a couple of cigars.

Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Snatched with extreme prejudice from swashbuckler332

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Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine.

Only dullards get bored
Not afflicting the creative
Higher-brain functions mitigate
External stimuli

Yet the truth I abhor
Verisimilitude is ablative
And prone to agitate
Because weak am I

I'll tell you what I'm blathering about... I've got information man! New shit has come to light! And shit... man, she kidnapped herself. Well sure, man. Look at it... a young trophy wife, in the parlance of our times, you know, and she, uh, uh, owes money all over town, including to known pornographers, and that's cool... that's, that's cool, I'm, I'm saying, she needs money, man. And of course they're going to say that they didn't get it, because... she wants more, man! She's got to feed the monkey, I mean uh... hasn't that ever occurred to you, man? Sir?

I wish there were a cellular interface to secure shell.

...Here's looking at you, kid.