liar, liar, pants on fire
i watched a little of that fat-ass preacher rick warren on larry king, but couldn't stand more than a minute or two----turns out he doesn't mind lying about what he really thinks about the homos
i watched a little of that fat-ass preacher rick warren on larry king, but couldn't stand more than a minute or two----turns out he doesn't mind lying about what he really thinks about the homos
Posted by tomitron at 4/07/2009 06:55:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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