Nov 12, 2003 20:03
This is the eleventh hour, where all surrounding scenes seem to slow downward. The day of reckoning is tomorrow I reckon. The Rubuts shall initiate their initially initial conquest of the Pharmacies. There is no butterfly to distract my innards being. Those vicious creatures were expelled with the final death knell caused by our dancing thunder. Now bleeeeeed!
Having prepared all the preparatory preparations, the one thing that is all leftover is for the observers to prepare themselves. Ah, now throw!
The ball is rolled and it is time for it to roll on and get to rolling. Now make a face!
Quote of the Day:
"Rifty in the morning song will never be silenced as long as one maintains hope."- Walt P. Gargle
If you are not deciphering, then you are not thinking enough about something, or you are thinking too much about nothing.