RSVPing the tweety invitation to hugfest only no tweet so can i do it here? fashionably late.
the thought of a virtual hug of 384 201 people resulted in headache, so i did a painkiller reserved for outrageous events: stichiomancy. (denomination: invertedly religious = there are no coincidences)
and the result was, yeah, yeah, *yawn* as always.
"your hand opens and closes and opens and closes
if it were always a fist or always stretched open
you would be paralyzed"
rumi, 'selected poems' penguin classics. the beloved has spoken!
(i know i promised four fridays worth but if i use my legs too will we be done by tuesday? work to do etc? on all sides i'm sure? 'no' is good? yeah? no bruising! *humming a lullaby*)
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/25/2009 07:50PM by uuku.