Saturday, February 12, 2005
Goodnight, moon
There's no window for me to look out of, in my tiny room under the stairs in The Mighty Corrente Building.
So I can't tell if the moon is full, or not.
Given the level of bad craziness, though, the moon must be full ...
And, as your lawyer, I advise you: Vote for farmer now!
So I can't tell if the moon is full, or not.
Given the level of bad craziness, though, the moon must be full ...
And, as your lawyer, I advise you: Vote for farmer now!