“I’m higher than Dorothy Gale, and selectively moist.”
“That’s … uh … nice. Thanks for sharin’.” And I walked on.
A little later I ran into god. After meeting him, things began to make sense. Continue reading
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“Phil.” It’s my latest excursion, no pith helmet required, or compass, or road map. Where this goes, there are no roads, only … only what? Hell if I know. Continue reading