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Deb-O-Deb and I are "busy"... check back later ![]() |
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I appear to be hopelessly ruined. ![]() |
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Interesting thought..have you ever seem Esteban and Zorro in the same place at the same time?
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I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd;
I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied—not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth. That's from Leaves of Grass. What the fucl< was wrong with this guy!!? |
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Some, do on occasion, whine. They do not however complain or bitch. |
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