Then we got  in the car and drove home  across the Golden Gate Bridge in the fog.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Sunday, July 2, 2006
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