Once upon a time I was a creative muse.
Then came a time when I needed a creative muse and one could not be found. Great was the sadness and ass-poor was the music. Sad were the creations and abundant was the ass-poorness
If anyone sees God over the weekend, let Him know His "sewing and reaping" principal is malfunctioning.
(Nick, maybe if we approach Him together...)
Thanks.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
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