Friday, June 26, 2009

When the Fawcetts pour out Jackson Juice.


Gilda Radner once said, "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."

May your day of Farahlessness be ambiguous and full of moonwalks.

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