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There are no scholarly words to be found here. Merely the ramblings of a static mind are the order of any bored individual that stomach's the burden of going further.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Horace

Horace the walrus felt complete. Fish in the shack and ice on the bridge. Fire in his eye and ice in his loins was the key. Or was it vice versus?
Posted by Patrick at 2:33 AM
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