And then the end of the week veered off into an exciting and hitherto unexplored direction of things my body can do that I'd rather it not, which took far too much time and what we condescend to refer to in this house as my stamina. I went out and acquired an apple crumb pie from Petsi specifically for purposes of making up for the afternoon. My father e-mailed me about the record number of sea lions basking and barking on the floats of Pier 39 in San Francisco.
a_reasonable_man alerted me to the contest to name one of Earth's quasi-moons. Of course I saw just about everywhere last night the news of all 34 felony counts, but I am truly charmed by the continuing proliferation of Mark Slackmeyer.
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- 1: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 2: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 3: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 4: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
- 5: There's more room on the basement couch
- 6: When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
- 7: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 8: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 9: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 10: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
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