This pretty much sums up my thoughts. If my thoughts had British accents.
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About Me
- Michelle
- Los Angeles, United States
- A few words from a southern transplant in the City of Angels, Movies, and Traffic.
An Infinite Number of Monkeys
After all the Shakespeare, the book
of poems they type is the saddest
in history.
But before they can finish it,
they have to wait for that Someone
who is always
looking to look away. Only then
can they strike the million
keys that spell
humiliation and grief, which are
the great subjects of Monkey
Literature
and not, as some people still
believe, the banana
and the tire.
~Ronald Koertge
the day the monkey is destined to die, all the trees get slippery
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December
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- balls
- this sits on a chair in the guest room at my dad's...
- my date
- why the chimes rang
- the fayetteville food lion would like to wish you ...
- they're singing deck the halls, but it's not like ...
- ok, good to know
- got this note from vincent
- do not go gentle into that groovy night
- love and basketball (ok, just basketball)
- what in the sam hill you yellin' for, george?
- sundance, or as my friend katie calls it, hollywoo...
- all i ever get for christmas is blue
- tired of the job search? try this!
- the something of boris
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December
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a monkey who misses its branch and a man who misses his chance cannot be saved
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love it.
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