Go to google and type in “weapons of mass destruction” in the search window, then click the “I’m feeling lucky” button. The error message is hilarious.
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for July, 2003
The clouds tonight look like sand on a beach that has been gently washed by the tide, preserving the ripples of each wave that pssed over it, slowly fading back from the edge of the water. Who walks along that beach and leaves their footprints in the sand? What ocean left its marks for us [...]
Storms always made her feel lonely. There was a sense of a presence there that she wanted to embrace, but could not. The wind to her was as the touch of a lover, sometimes gentle and caressing, sometimes rough and passionate, and full of desire. Each raindrop that splashed against her was as a kiss. [...]