Saturday, September 12, 2009

The island.

First winter rain fell in San Francisco this morning,
accompanied by uncharacteristic thunder and lightning through the night.
Alice doesn't care though. 
Alice is going to the land of milk and honey in the not so distant future
and is so excited by the prospect that she is struggling to sleep.
Life is really, really good right now.

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.