Asked by M. if I fear death. No, I don't. He who doesn't desire anything can let it all go. My hopes of being a little old bald tubby man with money enough to eat oysters every day are shot. There is all this pewter-colored hair that sits like a cap on my skull, and I cannot afford oysters. Eyesight fading, I'm as nearsighted as a sturgeon fumbling along the bottom with its whiskers. I have heard no laughter in years. Certainly none of my own. Now my dream is to have nothing whatever to do and make love to a fat girl.
PrattRules wrote:How did this ketchup thing not happen 10 years ago?
thephan wrote:pacino's posting is one of the more important things revealed in weeks.
Calvinball wrote:Pacino was right.
kruker wrote:I think I'm going to do the run across the Golden Gate tomorrow. At a minimum it's going to be 15 miles. 18-20 if I go into Sausalito.
The most I've ever run (with intermittent walking) before has been 12 ish. #$&! it. I'm going to run myself into the ground.
swishnicholson wrote:PrattRules wrote:How did this ketchup thing not happen 10 years ago?
They dollop these things out to us bit by bit to keep us masses in the proper state between between satisfaction and anticipation. When Mubarak fell they knew they had to give us something just in case the seeds of dissatisfaction might be taking root nearer to home.
You wouldn't believe what they have in their warehouse. Oh, Brother, if you only knew.
kruker wrote:right place, right time to listen to fleetwood mac "rumors."
and i think i'm going to start volunteering on saturdays with the national park service in the presidio. seems like a great idea.
jerseyhoya wrote:My hatred of quote boxes in signatures has reached a new high