"Be the current against us, what matters it? Be it in our favor, we are carried hence, to what place or for what purpose? Our plan of the whole voyage is so insignifigant that it matters little, maybe, whither we go, for the 'grace of a day' is the same! ... For the spiritual beauty of the sea, absorbing man's soul, permits of no infidels on it's boundless expanse."
I miss the sea.
I miss the stage.
I miss the adventure.
I miss you.
I miss the sea.
I miss the stage.
I miss the adventure.
I miss you.
posted by Kahloke | 8:06 AM
8 Comments:
Come over to Nanaimo and you can have all that... and a pony!
a pink pony! that you'll ride twice, then get bored of, and sell to a facotry to be made into glue.
Silly people, that's the point. We bribe the boy with a pink pony, and in the process of him getting bored with it, we hook him into our fabulous Nanaimo life and he won't be able to leave, even though he doesn't have the attraction of a fun coloured pony.
I have a pink pony.
Neale: Happy New Year, man. Enjoy that pony.
Come on, post, or come visit me! i insist upon more frequent holiday-like behaviour from all of you *glares around*
:D BYe!
That's not a bribe.. it's a... reward.. for all his dedicated months to the Barbara and Co. city planning council.
NO NO NO NO NO!!! THE PONY IS TO BE MADE INTO GLUE, I SAY!!!!!!! pink glue!
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