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.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Scenes from a Morning Commute
Red morning, sailors warning. And now, it's snowing to beat the band. Those darn sailors.
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