Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Mwy o ddail
19:51 <riffraff> chris2, so you're writing Your Own Language? I want the code! :D
19:51 <chris2> riffraff: me too!

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
— Frank Sinatra, My Way

He whom you call your slave sprang from the same stock, is smiled upon by the same skies, and on equal terms with yourself breathes, lives and dies. — Seneca

And I don’t want to talk
I’m taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I’m getting good marks
— Elliott Smith, Needle In The Hay

First Cup November 17, 2005