December 2011
54 posts
That is where corn chips come from. Hmm…Maybe ol’ Professor Hardwood...
– Jane, Smiley Face
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A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself.
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detatched, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing,...
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Saturday Night Live: Ornaments with Steve Buscemi →
“Now, this is a little snowman. Ow! He bit me! I’m fully kidding.”
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