Saturday, June 11, 2005

tasty

This evening I had a black walnut malt while listening to the first cicada of the year. I just love cicada sounds. It always makes me feel summery and nostalgic. And everything tastes better in a malt.

Sometimes I think I should live a more fancy, exciting, stressful life just so that I would have more to write about on here. Cicadas and malts, indeed. That's not interesting writing! Alas. Sometimes, I just feel my life is on hold until I get a good slave. That's probably a very co-dependent way to live... that is, needing someone else to feel purpose. But that's just the way it is.

Make a fire for a man and he'll be warm all night.
Set a man on fire and he be warm for the rest of his life.

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