Here's something you might be interested in.
When in Rome, do as the Romans did.
If you think about it, the crisis averted itslef all to quickly for the icing on the cake to be cut.
Cake on my birthday is good, but not the day before. Or FOUR days before. Or THREE days before. Because if I die before my birthday comes, damn it I want to have died young. (as only the good do)
If the reactor behind door number three has been fully operational for the time allotted by the codes set by the government, then it simply CAN'T be non- functional. Then again, a core resisted melt split open the night Homer ate Fresh and Easy entire display case of holes. DOH! Nuts.
I once met a bum who was wandering the streets on tour. He was a former Edison employee, by just a few days. He was still gainfully employed by the company, but the core hadn't melted his heart. He had courage, but no brains or holographic data charts to go by anymore.
He was babbling on about how the reactor was akin to the bottle of bubbly metaphorical metaphysical stored fusion that was seen in sector something or another before something quirky happened. He let me know that he had a physical and allegorical (spiritual) experience which had magically wisked him away to: four days ago.
"Hi, I'm in FOUR DAYS AGO."
I love the fact that San Diego Mayoral encumbent Jerry Sanders has no wins on record for the season at the Riviera Country Club where I was denied to be a club caddie not so long ago.
And I love The Dead, before they're COLD.
Fusion.
When in Rome, do as the Romans did.
If you think about it, the crisis averted itslef all to quickly for the icing on the cake to be cut.
Cake on my birthday is good, but not the day before. Or FOUR days before. Or THREE days before. Because if I die before my birthday comes, damn it I want to have died young. (as only the good do)
If the reactor behind door number three has been fully operational for the time allotted by the codes set by the government, then it simply CAN'T be non- functional. Then again, a core resisted melt split open the night Homer ate Fresh and Easy entire display case of holes. DOH! Nuts.
I once met a bum who was wandering the streets on tour. He was a former Edison employee, by just a few days. He was still gainfully employed by the company, but the core hadn't melted his heart. He had courage, but no brains or holographic data charts to go by anymore.
He was babbling on about how the reactor was akin to the bottle of bubbly metaphorical metaphysical stored fusion that was seen in sector something or another before something quirky happened. He let me know that he had a physical and allegorical (spiritual) experience which had magically wisked him away to: four days ago.
"Hi, I'm in FOUR DAYS AGO."
I love the fact that San Diego Mayoral encumbent Jerry Sanders has no wins on record for the season at the Riviera Country Club where I was denied to be a club caddie not so long ago.
And I love The Dead, before they're COLD.
Fusion.