"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Busted
If you Google my name this blog shows up near the top of the greasy pole. On the innernet, no one can hear you incognito.
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