And then I found out that even after all of the things that I am not, I still am. As the man said, I think therefor I am. You cannot argue with logic like that.
And I remember the partridge in a pear tree.
Time consumer, time consuming, time consume me.
After all that has been said of Mice and men, are none of us agents?
Where is the fiery fire? Scream loud, scream sianara, sweet Josephine, will you follow me home? But I cannot follow the wanderings of Claudio. I do not have the super-secret codex.
And thus I muse my useless musing as one in the morning. Good night, Seattle.
