This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
the situation was covered
Decades ago when I was (of course) much younger, I was an unaffiliated matriculator in the science of existential freakology. In other words, I was accomplished in the discipline of total bemusement.
But I had a soundtrack going on -- the radio pumping out stuff that made it all tolerable, even groovy.
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