Kerouac, upon parting with a lover. |
-- "Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time." --
Posted by on Fri, 08 Apr 2005 22:22:00 GMT |
Another sandbag on the levy. ...Good ol' boys, my ass. |
So it occurs to me that I absolutely MUST follow that last note with some commentary on SOMETHING in the world... something else besides my own puny self. But, now that I think of it, nothing comes t...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Apr 2005 00:09:00 GMT |
Da more ya chop da breadfruit root, da more 'em spring. |
Aw shucks, so we're at it again. I suppose I could have seen this coming.
You blogging bitch. You damned, sickly, evil blogger fuck. What are you doing to yourself? What are you doing to ME?
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Posted by on Wed, 06 Apr 2005 23:49:00 GMT |
Who could have guessed that mangoes could be so sexy? |
Before today I don't think I ever fully appreciated mangoes. They really are delicious.
Let's hear it for mangoes, shall we.
Yes. Well, that's really all I have to say. I'm sorry if I don't...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Apr 2005 19:16:00 GMT |
You might understand, if you weren't such a boob. |
My first blog! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. So many things to say! I have such insight to offer, such profundity to contribute TO THE WORLD!!!!!
Let's see. First thing's first. I want to take this o...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Apr 2005 02:11:00 GMT |
