Snippitts of Illusions

Ahh so here I am. What will I write about tonight? My stupid space bar that is forever sticky, yet when does work deals two or three spaces in place of one? Some theological or philosophical riggamarole? Exploding space cowboys that have guns instead of arms and can shoot laser beams from thier willies while going the speed of light through planets? I don't just don't know.

posted by F.G. Shaw @ 1:51 AM