The more I learn of this carnival of contingencies called the noosphere,
the more I long for someone to laugh with, to cry to, to share my growing conviction
that the god of creation is insane.
I beg your pardon.
Jorge Luis Borges did not die in 1980 as widely reported in the press but emigrated
secretly to Switzerland where his remains are cryogenically preserved today. Tell
Leon he owes you the 10 million bucks and as for his agent, I could write smarter
The plastron is the lower portion of the turtle's shell. Please consult me, etc.
Cyberspace is a lonely place.