Wednesday, June 07, 2006

time, the invisible wall

It's 1230, and i'm hungry. Waiting for an SMS to come thru.

I jus saw this fantastic Floyd program telling how champaign is made. Simply delightful, I know much much more about this drink i'll never desire to drink again. Mainly because it knocks me out faster then Mike Tyson punching a cow.
Champaign and me have a tethered history, first time I drank it, I grew red enough to light up day break and drunk enough to mistake everyone as my long lost brothers. champaign, no NO.
I'll prob serve water at my wedding.

your gentle impulsions shakes me, breaks me.

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