"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
jack elliot cardno
and when i was a kid i wanted to be an astronaught
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i love it when your listening so intently that your eyes blur out of focus and when your staring so hard that you turn down the volume and everything numbs a little bit
