Like Aristotle, I look to the earth as I walk. Yet my aspirations are more Platonic, as I hope for the gods to bestow great wealth upon me. Or at least a dropped fiver. How barren my soul has become.
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- Miss Beaver
- Toast addict, master floozie, ironic nomad, procrastinator extraordinaire. If I don't write these thoughts down they pile up and envelop me totally...
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