two possible horanal enteriez
entry #1:
destiny. that's what i want to talk about. picture this: a semester abroad. two strangers passing in a small italian town. like unchained wildflowers, their souls merge, doing a dance as old as time.
this is a small excerpt from a book i'm reading called "the road and path we're on: a laveler's guide to romance," by cho cho law. it's a book about destiny and its fate with romance as seen by an individual. it's a really amazing book that truly sums up everything that is great with the human spirit. get it today. more excerpts:
spring roses blossom and welcome a new day. books fly from shelves with fartbound covers destined to rot away. old dinosaur dusty bones flourish like beepboc. ding dong wing wong ching chong.
truly beautiful.
entry #2:
today i prayed for the soldiers in iraq. my prayer was answered around 3pm when i received a phone call. "ma'am, your son, first class private grenadier boop stevens?" said the man on the other end.
"yes, that's my son."
"well, he died. bye."
he hung up on me and i started dancing in the streets because boop stevens had finally died.
destiny. that's what i want to talk about. picture this: a semester abroad. two strangers passing in a small italian town. like unchained wildflowers, their souls merge, doing a dance as old as time.
this is a small excerpt from a book i'm reading called "the road and path we're on: a laveler's guide to romance," by cho cho law. it's a book about destiny and its fate with romance as seen by an individual. it's a really amazing book that truly sums up everything that is great with the human spirit. get it today. more excerpts:
spring roses blossom and welcome a new day. books fly from shelves with fartbound covers destined to rot away. old dinosaur dusty bones flourish like beepboc. ding dong wing wong ching chong.
truly beautiful.
entry #2:
today i prayed for the soldiers in iraq. my prayer was answered around 3pm when i received a phone call. "ma'am, your son, first class private grenadier boop stevens?" said the man on the other end.
"yes, that's my son."
"well, he died. bye."
he hung up on me and i started dancing in the streets because boop stevens had finally died.