Mood: don't ask
As the cargo door banged opened the wet heat of Asia whacked us in the face with a new appreciation for the meaning of the term stench. Forty years later that foul breath still seems as from the ancient realm when men knew gods and death himself had breathed upon us. You may come and go in this world as fancy and dispair would take you; but ultimately your choices are only in divergence of the path. Beware of the ultimate cost unless you choose the path with your heart.
Posted by aircommandoman
at 7:49 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 26 December 2006 8:07 PM EST