He was a poet and hated the approximate.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
He was a poet and hated the approximate.
A Dream In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life…
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance…
Although knowledge of how things work is sufficient to allow manipulation of nature, what humans really want to know is…