This is my blog, there are many like it but this one is mine.
The truth is not a doctrine, home, personal or communal identity, or agenda.
A transient, horrible, fantastic dream, Wherein is nothing yet all things do seem: From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"
Jordan, Thank you for your offering.I would also like to thank your for pointing in the direction of MyGreenTea. The quality is absolutely amazing. I too sit here with an empty cup."Y"
Yamakoa, Thanks. ~^~
And yet it looks so alive! What a marvel we have in front of ourselves and we hardly even realize it..something that does not exist creates existence. On a separate note, I had no idea about distributed proofreaders or project gutenburg..it is so cool!! I was amazed. Thank you for posting from devil's dictionary..:)with bows,-Taru
I'd probably go with "O sludge!" rather than "fudge." Not so sweet, more like how it actually is. Sadly.
Taru, Your welcome!_____________________________________________________Barry,Even the sludge is temporary.
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