Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Shorter Version of My Previous Post

Calling your political opponents "enemies" and comparing them to actual enemies of the United States, past and present, is fucked up and can only end badly for everybody.

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