Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them.
-Samuel Butler, writer (1835-1902)
i am the
- LiLosSoljr
- i am found here in my words... or perhaps somewhere between all of the words...i know i'm headed somewhere - trying to see what i can of the world while out in it, learn what i am able while on the way, and love who and what i meet while getting there
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- "BANG...bang bang bang...BANG BANG" Ah, I think t...
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- I'd like to thank Toque for the pen and ink drawin...
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- I found this passage and it seemed to answer unspo...
- I've discovered the genius of Mark Twain...allow m...
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