This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
“Now you be thankful that Fury didn’t run away, son!” “Aw ma, you wouldn’t have laid a guilt trip on me, would you?”
Written using fury, guilt, thankful from 3WW CXIII.
– Leonard “He Who Never Cared That Much For Horses” Blumfeld