Those afternoons in my parents' empty house, blaring Frank's Capitol years, swilling a glass of scotch & soda, and singing my heart out: those were the days.
Hey, I'm still in shock that they're coming back here for a third time this year. That's amazing and I'm looking forward to seeing them again in little over a month.
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The library at Alexandria can be burnt down. There are forces above and beyond papyrus: we may temporarily be deprived of our ability to discover these forces, but their energy will not be suppressed. It is good that our excessive facilities are no longer available, that forms fall into oblivion: a culture without space or time, restrained only by the capacity of its own nerves,... Read More
If you call me tomorrow you can be my best friend. Like, more than you are already.