bill pile has 1540 friends on facebook. he has 22 photos, 0 notes, 62 wall posts, and 41 groups.
bill pile wants to invite me to join facebook.
why am i getting e-mails from facebook? i don't have a facebook account. a better question is: who is bill pile and why does he want me to join facebook?
i have a feeling he does not exist. he is a phantom created by facebook to lure naive youngsters into its trap with the promise of individuality and popularity.
i think i may comply.
here is a free life-size killer whale replica
on the dallas craigslist.
i once had a dream i was floating down a yellow thick river on a kiddie blow-up raft with a dragon head at the bow. the trees had paper branches and were rotten at their bases.
the sky was maroon and there was red lightning behind black clouds. on the soup river were the floating bodies of dead animals. dogs, cows, horses. we came upon a rotting killer whale where blubber dripped down from the skin still on clinging on the ribs. its eyes were green and its big tongue laid out of its mouth.
here is a picture which i found light-hearted and overall comical and funny.
via perry bible fellowship
there is a paralyzed woman sitting next to me. she keeps eating food and making choking sounds. her husband seems calm. he is eating chips and reading the newspaper.
today i bought a heavenly highway hymnal, which has the songs johnny cash learned to sing out of.
i felt obligated to post here. thinking of that makes me want to press the colon key, followed by the dash key, followed by an opening parentheses.