Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Matt Groening
my so-called blog

connections

Thursday, Jan 30th, 2003

This + this.

Makes you think. Oh wait–me, not you.

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