Friday, Aug 17, 2007 - Posted by Rich Miller
The lid appears to be on, so seeya.
Head to Illinoize. Some really good posts over there now…
And your moment of Hard Rain Zen…
…I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
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