Lines from two friends on Facebook just lent themselves to an impromptu haiku. Pardon all the exclamation marks, I spent a good chunk of the day in middle earth.
Oh! Gene pool martyrs!
Suicide pedestrians!
Walking perilous!
Lines from two friends on Facebook just lent themselves to an impromptu haiku. Pardon all the exclamation marks, I spent a good chunk of the day in middle earth.
Oh! Gene pool martyrs!
Suicide pedestrians!
Walking perilous!
Nothing changes more consistently than the past; the past that influences our lives is not what objectively happened, but what we believe happened.
