If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Tuesday, January 10, 2006  
I'm baaa-aaa-aaaaaack! I got sick of modblog. There's no field for me to type a title, but that saves a bit more trouble for my poor head.

Poor head. I can't believe how different I used to be. I mean, read the archives. It's shocking.

Anyhow, I am welcoming pink hair tomorrow morning. Pray for me, pray for my life, pray for my hair. And then it's on to the land of Thailandneses on Thursday. Thailand on Thursday.

Bye bye!

18:23

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