Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,  With conquering limbs astride from land to land;  Here at our sea-washed,

Wondering why the time flies by While looking forward to something better Trudging through present nothing Waiting, waiting, wasting everything

It doesn’t really make sense that an unfinished, buggy, almost entirely text-based and out-dated web game could pull my

‘Listen,’ he put the lighter down and stood holding his rifle. ‘Tell me this. Is it true about the bridge?

A rising tide floats all boats Unknown

…91 to go. No kids, no house, no career. And I couldn’t be happier. Not to say I’m

Communism is absolutely beautiful… when it’s voluntary.

Who you are sets your heading. Your priorities plot your course. Goals mark out the ports of call. But the

Jeremy: well if the world is really ending as we know it would be good to own some mountain land