I can't, really. And I know that's grammatically incorrect, but to hecklers' hell grammar school with that when chocolate, coffee and coca-cola can't solve the world's biggest problems today, and the substitute for love's labour proves ultimately as worthless as that lonesome STOP sign at the deserted junction ahead?
When, for whom and for what reason shall we all stop? This madness, this mindless scurrying round circles with no end?
Maybe I should move to Switzerland, eh.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
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