The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
When does rapier whit become old-man grumpiness?
It's the other "coming of age" story.
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