A tragic tale of woe, broken dreams, shattered illusions, and small furry animals on the West Coast of Canada.
Uncensored thoughts of a man before the coffee kicks in....
Friday, December 29, 2006
rea ipsa loquitur
Now that Bush has his pound of flesh, will he go home?
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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