This post is to give my girlfriend something new to look at. |3:50 AM|
bhinmanrr: Were I a better poet I could properly describe my joy at there still being a rootbeer left in my fridge
bhinmanrr: Worlds were created. Life grew, evolved, and civilizations rose. They constructed great towers to the majesty and joy that was the IBC rootbeer in my fridge.
name4014: ibc is beyond words
name4014: it is its own gof
name4014: god
bhinmanrr: No. It is the eternity that births god.
bhinmanrr: IBC buries its arms into the loam that is probability, and sculpts truth.
bhinmanrr: Lo....so it is Rootbeer, so let it be drunk.
name4014: holy shit that's beautiful cecil
bhinmanrr: Thank you Nathan.
Also I quit my job, I hurt my back, my movie company is going to make me rich in a month or so, my patent ideas "Show great promise" according to those in the know.
I still may be evicted soon.Labels: Wonderlust
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