Ten Glimpses of Gaza
They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
If I was magically transported to the 1982 EPCOT Center, I think I’d know how to get around.
You are talking to a student about the flowers he bought for a girl, and the next day he is expelled.
Doesn’t sound like a Hallmark movie, that’s for sure.
Look for this one come the Oscars (not that they matter).
Just kidding! I can’t do any of the things I thought I could.
Maybe it was a Five Guys thing where you could have a snack while waiting for your food and throw the shells wherever you liked with the authority and abandon of a Tudor monarch.
How do you sum up all the complexity of a human being in a medium as limited as words?
These pieces have stood the test of time (or of SEO practices).
The best posts are the ones that remind us why this place keeps going.