How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else. R. Buckminster Fuller

Tuesday 26 August 2008

Pluto.


Having a cold sore that has more right to be called a planet than Pluto can be seen as a scientific wonder, I just find it a nuisance.
It’s like passing a lady in the street with a pair of firmly rounded breasts; you just can’t stop staring.
I wish I wasn’t ugly. I wish I had bigger breasts. I wish I was a man.



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