crackberry wrote:Herb - you are an enigma.
Had you given me this opportunity a year or so ago, I might very well have claimed to be an enigma wrapped in a riddle, shrouded in a mystery, enveloped in an éclair, gently bathed in the lightest of whipping creams, topped with an Acerola cherry, and blanketed by a wafer paper so fine that even the saintest of grandmothers cannot help but to drop her panties for.
But one cannot both be that which he once was and what he currently is, lest he indulge in complacency.
I am no longer who I once was, nor am I what I long to be. I am wedged between two lonely cheeks. I am three left turns from a colon, two peristaltic pulsations from a putrid pond. I am half a meter from your heart and one billion six-hundred and seven million miles from--alas--Uranus.
What has become of me?