The euphemism for sh*t.
Spent half the day before realizing that it's December. Already. No rest for my weary mind and my phalanges. And evil people too.
I've been getting the same questions lately; inquiring about what my future is like. Short answer? A Picasso. You know, the one that you stare at for hours and finally something begins to take shape.
Just before you scream "Elephant!", you saw a giraffe. That same giraffe then turns into something else. What is it that you saw, really?
I think I'm one of those people for whom the destination is the travel itself.
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