Like.Originally Posted by YesNo
Sadly, we're not totally immune to eye-rolling artsy-fartsy:
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/c...,1139349.story
I think it says a lot about Corgan that the (different) Tribune reporter sent to review the event was ejected because Corgan didn't like this column.
You must be the change you wish to see in the world. -- Mahatma Gandhi
Thanks, Calidore. I wonder if Billy Corgan's banning the reporter was part of the entertainment, or part of the publicity.
Eating dinner that night, Phill sat and wondered how much time he'd wasted explaining to other people that, yes, there really were two L's in his name, and it's actually the first L that's silent.
Nice one, trayjob, especially the first silent L.
Today I'ne four years ode. Not three no more like asterday. This morning daddy made me get all dresseded up a'cause we was goin to see mommy. I saw her picture. She was on a rock. Daddy says she up in heaven but Bubber says she unner the rock.
Cut and pasted to your other club.
Arcadia at Soldaten said, "Do you pay by the word for Ink"?
B.F.T. "It throws up more questions than it answers, are you going to write the whole thing, is this an outline"? From SDP
Last night I dreamed I was a planet that lived alongside infinity. After a refreshing sleep, I answered phones all day long.
TOMORROW
As the sun disappeared I frantically ran towards it chasing the day I did not want to lose. As it eluded me I couldn't help wondering if tomorrow would be as accepting. As my fears amounted I finally understood that the day was never mine to begin with.
Albert lived a very happy life working as an artist with two wonderful German Shepherds to welcome him home every night. Then he got married.
ALWAYS
The weak are always failing, while children are always learning. Hate is always forming, while love is always blooming. Judges are always punishing, while churches are always baptizing. The end is always coming, while life's are always beginning.
Mother Sea was angry for we had taken much from her. She sent her son, Tsunami, to our port town to find and return what had been taken. Tsunami looked everywhere but could not find his mother's treasure. And so he then returned to her at long last ... with ours.
"Write with a bright palate, and paint so they recognize, something.", I thought about that.
After awhile, I replied, "If I could lend you the use of my hands, if I could step away and be at peace, I would."
But we both knew we were in this together. (49 words)
Two identical pills. One must be taken. One would send me to a living hell. The other, I would continue with my normal life. I took one at random. I was now sat at my desk at work. So what pill had I taken exactly?
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