Jetée

again, coincidental, as I just polished off a box of shredded mini-wheats, and snagged a helping of Metamucil from the cupboard. I also accomplished something that I'd hadn't done this entire eighth month of the year, and it was all thanks to a simple cup of coffee (I think). I'm beyond relieved at this point.

deal is shush
hole gray inn
vibe burr

that's what he told me.

twenty four on route 66. Won't you beckon that call?

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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves.

—Mohandas K. Gandhi