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| I spent many years looking at the world through rose colored glasses; eternally optimistic, excited for everything new and modern. But now I await merciful death with every breath; there is no tomorrow for me and nothing to tie optimism to. So I enjoy the moment, when I'm not belaboring the past, via my tequila filled glasses. |
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
World View of the Weary and Wise
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