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Somebody loves us, even if it is the kind of love that fades after a hard rain.
Somebody loves us, even if it is the kind of love that fades after a hard rain.
No matter how busy the day is….we always seem to slow down right at five o’clock.
Empty waiting chairs just seem so sad and, well, empty.
Nova’s best friend is a red stapler.
Do not fuck with it. Or her, for that matter.
Battlestar Galactitat!
or is it Tattlestar Galactica?
Fracked if I know…
This bag came all the way from Switzerland, and now it’s in front of my new clock. On the floor. I’m not sure what’s inside, probably all sorts of chocolate and army knives.
Everybody has to eat sometime….even tattoo guys. And we ain’t so uncultured that we can’t use them fancy eating holders.
We save all our forms. It makes for a giant monster of a paperwork pile…but it’s our giant monster and we love it.