A Gallon Of Butterbeer
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Good Year
Time was romanticized. And laziness. Pseudo-sounding words. Empty thoughts. Would-be intellectualism.
Lack of ability poorly veiled by a veneer of an affected nonchalance. Indecisiveness became a way of life. Courage was mustered. And then squandered.
Words were written. Obliterated. And another way of life was laid to rest.
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