What does it say about me that I envy the infirmed for their convalescence.
...and then the judge said, "Let the record show that Mr. Flanders is visibly distraught."
You can't have the trump without the rump.
Across the wasteland of depression I stop to rest briefly at the oasis of creativity and write a poem about a dead mouse.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Random thoughts
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