The caged bird still sings. Happy birthday.
Guys. If you ever get the chance, eat one of Kim's meals. She rocks the kitchen harder than Julia Child on PCP.
By the way, Julia Child was a kick ass spy during world war two.
Yeah... it's a Monday. I've got nothing.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Monday, April 04, 2011
Maya Angelou
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Toucan Sam, you leap on the back of the wind, load stone to assorted fruit flavors, Phoenix of the dawns, one smile. We gave you, Toucan Sam, life. You, Toucan Sam, give us loops of fruit. Fruity loops, Fruit Loopies, swimming in the churning, frothy mother sea of milk, Kellogg's appreciates consumer comments, P. O. Box 221, Battle Creek, Michigan, a prism of fruity color, a cornocopia of over forty fruity tastes. The orange, the apple, the grape, the pomegrante, the quince, the kumkwat, the kiwi, the planitain, the guava
I don't understand your poetry, but I appreciate it. Congratulations on being a creative member of humanity. I hope you have a good day.
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