Oct 10, 2004 10:11
a lot of stories are lies.
a lot of story-tellers are liar-liars, with their pants on...
fire me across fields and fences; not sprawled or crawling, but divvying up time into baskets of past and future, making good friends with the tortoise and the hare by raising the alms in my palms to them, a toast to the golden goose providing the three of us with Easter presence.