So the Mars Rover says there was a watery past there. Mine was diluted by distilled stupors but the permanent effects are blanched by infused tactile consecrations frequently offered up there when the lights extinguish. Sure, most romantics attribute God when they mate with a loving counterpart, but a certainty affirms this notion when clarity cleans the screen and ends the insatiable quest to find her.~~from '07

Trying to stay anchored on what's next. I get 5 weeks of everyday-life and that's enough. Kudos to the sick and to those who need them.

Then my irridescent johnson is an amphipenis. That's a harsh realization for the post-naughties. Like Brutus said: There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. It doesn't matter. Why I keep repeating that, I'll never know but looking forward to those 5 weeks. 7, man