The caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
What did I do before the Internet? Drink, mostly. Okay, not all the time, only while awake. Too much sharing, perhaps? Fair enough. I use...
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