"We're meant to die. That's what makes everything about us matter."
—Aeon Flux
This gorgeous flower is as big as my head and blooms for just one day. It is truly glorious.
Savor your moments.
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August
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- Memory, Forgetting and Astronomy
- This makes no sense to me at all
- Maybe we can entertain each other.
- As the present now will later be past
- Sophie sees stupid people, too
- Wow! Is that 12 column inches, or are you just hap...
- Happy B-day Miss Pineapple!
- Only Grrrl wakes up to a new day
- Be here now
- You forgot convicted felon
- Legs and Little Legs, circa 1971
- Gallos
- The Tin Foil Hat: Hazzardous Nation
- Pickin' and Grinnin'
- More typing into the void
- Samsara and the Conundrum of Hope
- What Now?
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