I had been promised a temperature of -16° C or 257 K.
When this happens I can almost feel the actual physical shift of the tectonic plates in my brain. It drops to one knee and tumbles momentarily until I spread my brain's outstretched arms and fingers to stop it. It lies supine breathing heavily but once more normally, yet ever closer to Hollywood, California and further away from our loving Father.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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- I'd be a blackguard and a cad, if I weren't so ineffectual. The less said "About Me", the better.
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