twice I have lived forever in a smile
i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.
Progress is a comfortable disease.
Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.