she looks like heaven, i feel like the devil in my sunday whites
every once in a while this book has an extraordinary line.
Human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
or, even better:
We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.
but the whole power of attourney and signing notes thing is confusing.
i slept 4 1/2 hours today. having a week and a half to do chapter 20 objs is bliss.
i need to go christmas shopping before the weekend. that leaves tomorrow. fuck?
Human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
or, even better:
We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.
but the whole power of attourney and signing notes thing is confusing.
i slept 4 1/2 hours today. having a week and a half to do chapter 20 objs is bliss.
i need to go christmas shopping before the weekend. that leaves tomorrow. fuck?