How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.
i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.
Part of your body?
What’s the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
But I think its your mind…
I think it’s your mind
My darling
I think it’s your mind.
By Frank Zappa
posted by ~Sparrow | Friday, March 09, 2007
1 Comments:
In your case, your mind is simply gorgous...and your toes are perfect!
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