They say it's my birthday...
... doo doo doo doo dooooooo..
is it your birthday toooo?
"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."
... doo doo doo doo dooooooo..
is it your birthday toooo?
Posted at 12:42 PM
5 comments:
thot it was tommorrow...
You thot wrong, Unca 'Rooge. How are you anyway? Long time no chit chat.
Happy b'day sexy..
Happy Bird-Day to juuuu
Happy Bird-Day to juuuu
Happy Bird-Day dear Jar of Air...
Happy Bird-Day to juuu
mi's ok, howz u?
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