depending on the day it seems.
I'll patch tomorrow what I design today. All built to cease, we happen in the meanwhile -- that's what we call life.
Mostly outside the better known boxes, your typical continental philosopher in a blue-collar job. The coffee is good, the characters amusing. What does one man need, what doesn't he?
I won't be your sugar daddy. I won't be your damned fool in distress either. I may cry if I see a dead animal on the side of the road. Once I fought a man, twice I didn't.
Trees are magnificent beings, buildings please the eye selectively. We have no mountains, but the waters are plentiful.
Blooming on heavy highways, thriving on scarcity.
It's a long way up. To stall is to think you're already there.
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