Canada Dry Tastes Just Like Bad Breath

Experiment:

"...You know all about God, I suppose."
"Well..." The Savage hesitated, He would have liked to say something
about solitude, about night, about the mesa lying pale under the moon,
about the precipice, the plunge into shadowy darkness, about death. He
would have liked to speak; but there were no words. Not even in
Shakespeare.

Also, hello.



And I like my hair today.