I recently visited this flock of
sheep dressed as a sheep in
order to gain their trust. I
did so in order to crack open
the blatantly and exclusive
“flock” they belong to. I was
shocked to find out that even
though there is a song about
black sheep, none had been
allowed to join this group.
Reporting from the field,Caver Thomas out.
You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Baa Baa Whats up with that
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baaaad, dude.
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