February 2012
16 posts
Inordinate Love
I shall say what inordinate love is: The furiosity and wodness of mind, An instinguible burniong, faulting bliss, A great hinger, insatiate to find, A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness blind, A right wonderful sugared sweet error, Without labour rest, contrary to kind, Or without quiet, to have huge labour.
A heart attack at the deliciously named Heart Attack Grill. Not quite sure which is funnier in all this: the fact that the owner of the cafe insists his restraunt is perfectly fine in serving eight thousand calorie meals, or the fact this this is the first incident where a customer has actually been carried out by an ambulance. How is a place like that even passed by the authorities?
—- Procol Harum, A Whiter Shade of Pale
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I have, for some unknown reason, decided to join twitter. I hate twitter.
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