If I dun tol' yew wuns, I dun tol' yew uh thowzan thymes
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You're being pre presumptuous pretapretiacal fact of a profoundly inexplicable rationale. The least the two old (old (not really, old, but still... commas, you know, and, you know... ellipses...
It turns out that the only particular happens to yawn when the wave of rationality has already made its point, further seeking nothing beyond the guidance of the surf, the weather, the yadda, yadda, yadda, please save us from truth X 10; Against bro; See ya later.
Keep breathing. It's the least you could fail to do. Life = joke.
posted by Cosmic Drunk on 05.21.06 at 01:27 AM
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Life = joke?
That means you have to get a life before you can get it! But after that, it's too late, because the joke isn't funny anymore. At least, the punchline is tired. Always ends the same way.
I think two people are involved even when the writer is the reader. Absent any further audience considerations, writing involves reading one's own mind, which gives it a duality.
Life = joke?
That means you have to get a life before you can get it! But after that, it's too late, because the joke isn't funny anymore. At least, the punchline is tired. Always ends the same way.
:)