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Yes, we are!
And, isn't better than the alternative!
Posted by: Ken | 10 January 2005 at 08:26 PM
You look on the move.
Posted by: mjones | 12 January 2005 at 07:29 PM
Well, we could be twins and yes, according to (who was it? Mark Twain, maybe?) a wry witologist: consider the alternative!
It's what gives us an air of authority when wrangling our words, hog-tying them, braiding their manes into submission; we reach unhesitant into the chaos with tough-as-leather hands covered in asbestos and grab unflinching, those lightning bolt scars that grace the foreheads of wild mustangs, choosing carefully our favored building blocks necessary to create Life.
Aged wisdom: it's what's for desert.
Posted by: Kate S. | 14 January 2005 at 01:30 PM
Uh ... that would be DESSERT.
Posted by: Kate S. | 14 January 2005 at 01:31 PM