Hippocrates after curing many diseases himself fell sick and died. The Chaldaei foretold the deaths of many, and then fate caught them too. Alexander, and Pompeius and Caius Caesar, after so often completely destroying whole cities, and in battle cutting to pieces many ten thousands of cavalry and infantry, themselves too at last departed from life. Heraclitus, after so many speculations on the conflagration of the universe, was filled with water internally and died smeared all over with mud.
Right. Last night, this morning and before she left, I wondered why she was talking ablout the ocean. But it's just how she says my name. As in, when she wants it gets it or has it. And by it I mean pancakes. But i really don't. Because I want pancakes and it seems that shit ain't happening. Pancakes are the jet. Maple syrup is the bomb.
posted by Yossarian at 9:35 AM
My mother gave birth to me, the bright-eyed Yossarian, the awful, the strife-stirring, the host-leader, the unwearying one who delights in tumults and wars and battles.
2 Comments:
i had strawberry pancakes yesterday.
they were as awesome as i had hoped
yoss, write some more
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