I remember one time a lady came up to me on the beach, and asked me if I wanted to be in a beauty contest. I cursed her out. For the first time in history, the winner is not a foregone conclusion. They promise on the news, of the election in Egypt. The casts' sonnets are glib and rigged, reciting them will make you typical-- anchor, crowbar, hopelessly in charge of hope. Who is a castle made of sand? Let's study the pyramids and the mass disappearance of rap groups, one orignal at a time, until it's true what they say
