"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
umm, concerned about the coming brain here at the corner of 2nd & Cherry ...
Still drinking my way to the next election....
Say it with me, three more years!
umm, concerned about the coming brain here at the corner of 2nd & Cherry ...
ReplyDeleteStill drinking my way to the next election....
ReplyDeleteSay it with me, three more years!
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