The time of many is the time of few.



Heliotropic times create the melooponaisia coast of a thousand summers yet unvisitited.



But who was to know the who before, and the afterparty?



Why would one even *care*...?

(And I suffer a 'deja vue' even as I care)

Une forchette? Une forchette dans la table?



Charlotte Chen always said it like it was...

'Praise the Lord, one dollar a day."



Chisel. Pray that it's not time for everyone...



ANd the guilt over came her and she wept like an unbegotten child.



And what about Tomorrow's game?



A 'Godly' life?



An allahesh life?



"Predicate your nouns with a 'nine-dollar-drink'."