Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I Will Have A Post Later If You Shout Loud Enough
I have no words. No words. This is possibly the best thing I've seen in the month of Ju-ly.
Would you prefer a Luke Skywalker 'NOO' sort of shout or a Braveheart 'THEY CANNOT TAKE OUR FREEDOM' sort of shout?
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