We mixed it with coke and read aloud the only play we had with two copies. “Thrift, Horatio!” “To a nunnery, go!” We stumbled, spake, drew swords. Morning found retched scrambled eggs on my bedroom rug. No method in it but friendship.
The Inane Ramblings of a Fractured Mind
Musings on Physics (among other things)
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Juggling writing and life
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