mobile

Off the shore, off the coast, 
O’er miles and miles of sea, 
An edifice made of nuts and bolts- 
A home away from home for me. 

There’s a chest of gold for souls willing to be whisked away at dawn, not knowing if dusk’ll bring them home. Time is precious, and mobility is highly rewarded. Gold for gold! And keel over its weight. Better Gold, than gold, and choice is a luxury fit for kings.

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Say me a little prayer, while combing your hair now.

twenty-thirteen

there once was a lad named p'er,
h'made a promise to keep fo' d'new year-
to lose some fat,
and gain a six-pack,
and ne'er t'touch a pint' o'beer.

Don't you love these funny resolutions? =) keep it real.

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Here's to the year ahead, have a laugh: