And no one brings anything small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions.
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
"One for every year he's away," she said.
If my measly life depended upon it, I'd never write anything to best that. And yet, I think, Ah, Tom Waits would be perfect for this, and half an hour later I wonder why I'm so damn disspirited.
I'm not buying this thing about "dark-energy stars". I'm all for dissention in the ranks, especially when you make a decent effort to back it up, but there's an awful lot of direct and indirect evidence of black holes that George Chapline will have to explain away. Tons of it, in fact. However, this has taught me something even I didn't know about creationism. I quote oneirophrenia, who wrote, "Well...at least the guy wasn't claiming that black holes are, in fact, gateways to hell or prisons for demons as a lot of creationists apparently believe." I may have to look into this one. Wow.