"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Still Breathing
So far so good. Nobody wanted to do me it on this Ides of March. Maybe I'll order a Little Caesar pizza for a midnight snack.
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