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Riien ne Saurait Être Plus Vraii . Il y a un mois peut-être. Mais moi je suis un homme. Qui aime bien ce genre de jeu. Sur le haut de ses i.
Battered by the waves of incompetence, seeking that far shore called sanity. Climb aboard, if you will, and join me in my journey. The Stupidest Day of the Year. Monday, April 27, 2009. The Stupidest Day of the Year.
I am a dreamer, a traveler, a music maker, a lover, a story teller, a thought provokerwelcome to my big, beautiful MESS! Hello again. I have officially been 31 for two months. Once again, my dad has asked me to accompany him on his latest musical adventure, and without hesitation I immediately accepted! Time continues on, as it always does, and I am reminded .
Saturday, August 1, 2009. Some days, I sit and think about the future and the what-will-be-s and the what-will-come-s. Some days, I sit and watch the world go by as the what-will-be-s become the what-is. Most days, I wish we are the what-is and our future is the what-will-be-s. But I never will have the will to make you be my what-will-be. Because you seem so happy in the now. Tuesday, October 30, 2007. His talking cow, as he served Bob muffins and exited with his theme s.