“The inventor of options has dropped dead from exhaustion”
I am especially equipped to serve you up just what you want, from just who you want. . The facts, mirrored through a slightly greener (in the naive/genius/Ender’s Bean*–not necessarily plant–sense) reflector. Anyway, I’ve got here just what I write, and how I write it (super profundity loaf bread%) So here’s myself, in the only way you’ll get him (the music, and facts, through one more, but morely the music inside of em’).
Sincerely (yours martyrly),
subconscious
We split souls like board members of clinging identity treaties:
http://twitter.com/codybaldwin
http://www.flickr.com/photos/defref/
http://alloftheoptions.livejournal.com/
http://www.esnips.com/web/Muddle
* Referring to Ender’s Game here, a classic novel by Orson Scott card, featuring a character named Bean who is stupid and rebellious but incredibly affective, if not to play by the rules.
% Referring to myself projected on Boom Bip & Doseone track “Art Saved My Life” – 71 and Questions Over Coffee
** I love salsa
