I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change. I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends. I write as a daily act of improvisation.
This came to me while monitoring certain radio transmissions (for my own purposes):
"Be bop a rebop a rhubarbed wire, brought to you by bland, predictable Norwegian farmers, so you know...it's good. Mamma, get your accordion! I feel the whimsy coming on me!"
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An awful lot of thought was put into designing that 14 inches of barbed wire. Pure evil thought!
Nice sky.
This came to me while monitoring certain radio transmissions (for my own purposes):
"Be bop a rebop a rhubarbed wire, brought to you by bland, predictable Norwegian farmers, so you know...it's good. Mamma, get your accordion! I feel the whimsy coming on me!"
Rick, I think you need to lay off the Prairie Home Companion a bit.
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