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.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Green?

Supergreen.

Been thinking about verdancy.

Had enough of the soot-black, trash-strewn snow piles.

Thus ends my winter complaining.

Time for a song:


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Posted by John Erganian at 12:37 AM
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