"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?"
"I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"
"To shrug."
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Really though. Nobody said he was an artist.
Posted at 1:23 PM
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Heppy Birdday to you, woohoo, heppy birdday to you, woohoo. Hope you've had a wicked birthday, dear Wolfey!
Happy b'day!!
Tell about Copas and Sri Lankan bands. How was the bidday?
Allloooooooooo, Champ, where'd you go? Hey, I've been getting into some Swedish rock, Mando Diao is my new band crush...
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