For the luv. Here are some questions you should ask yourself.
Giant star-nosed moles - what do they smell like?
If you ever run into a galbog should you touch the cone on its head?
Why are all dentists from Scipio?
All important questions that are answered in Pocket Hole. Don't delay any longer. You can download this book for free the next three days. Did I say don't delay? I don't know, I can't spare the time to read what I've written above. Hurry!
Riding home on the train today holding an umbrella I didn't use once. Even though the weatherman said it would rain today and I should pack my umbrella.
Just another broken promise.
Like that time when Jocellyn told me she would wait for me when I went off to war.
But she didn't.
Because she died.
Just another broken promise . . . eh.
Scientists always seem to get credit when they invent something.
The same isn't true for master chefs. I mean, sure, Mildred Day's name is often bandied about how maybe she invented rice krispie treats way back in 1939, but I knew Mildred. She totally hated marshmallows.
And you can darn well be sure it wasn't Snap, Crackle, or Pop. They're just animated characters.
But you know, if animated characters could do things like invent stuff I still wouldn't put my money on them. I'd say it was probably Count Chocula. He's got that big castle, you know? And what do all castles have? Big kitchens and big libraries.
Big libraries have lots of cookbooks, and I'll bet Count Chocula uses his big kitchen all the time. Now his cereal sucks so he's for sure not eating that. I don't think it's too far a stretch from there to say he probably invented rice krispie treats.
And he didn't get any credit. It's sad.
So, did the guy who invented rice krispie treats ever make any money from that . . . eh.
No standard clickety-clack today but a drumbeat, and I can't think this difference anything but ominous as it builds and recedes between stops, a hardly heard promise of approaching armies, invaders that will more than pillage, alien men and alien minds their dark ways to learn, their dark tongue confess, learn, speak, their thoughts embrace and then understand.
Those around me now on this train, can they hear it? The drum. The beating drum. The voice in the wilderness announcing the approaching end.
Or it could be just a loose axle brush. I've heard a loose axle brush can make that sound too.
Sometimes the wheels on my train sound like drum beats . . . eh.
For the luv. Here are some questions you should ask yourself.