The Greatest of All Time
The Year of the Monkey
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
He lied. He registered back with everybody else in August. Go look through the various lists in the idiots thread in the swamp; he should be on all of them after August 1.
The Logic of Long Distance
I can't help myself.
Are we still playing spades?
Ok. We're a team.
I have only one fear: if we team up, then no one will be brave enough to take us on.
I am so a couple of galactic mesocycles prior to the seismic dissolution of the place where the broken jagged sky met with vibrating green geometric planes of grass: one million wild ribbons of rainbow...