HA! think you’re so cool – you with all your high-falootin’ city sights.

check it…

grass - tree - rock - horse - tree - bush - roadkill - trailer - bush - rock - tree - fence - mailbox - tree - tree - tree - POTHOLE!

You beat me to it, sawni—I read this post earlier, and was just coming back to post the same comment you did! (Although I could also add ‘cow’ periodically.) Think we live in the same area?

I KNOW for sure that the show is on the bus with you...but it’s only because you present the show in such an interesting fashion.

Yup. The bus is where it is at.

ok, my butt is asleep. can we get out and walk a few blocks?

*sigh sigh SIGH* Oh how I want to be in SF again.

You write fast, or do you use shorthand?

Religion is still parasitic in the interstices of our knowledge which have not yet been filled. Like bed-bugs in the cracks of walls and furniture, miracles lurk in the lacunae of science. The scientist plasters up these cracks in our knowledge; the more militant Rationalist swats the bugs in the open. Both have their proper sphere and they should realize that they are allies. by empire poker