Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream  Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose  Those made not poets, but the poets those.

Ain’t spacetime a bitch,” said Ram. “Noted,” said the expendable. “Nineteen times.

Love is like an uncureable disease, it only requires the best medication to get healed

Yew noe wut dryvs mi nutts, iz thu yewth, and sum adultz az wel uf toodey, just downt noe how too proparlee spell wurds awn ther powsts. Spel chek wurks butt kum awn allreddy! Wut iz beeying tot inn ar skoowels theez daze? Mayks yew wunder.

Written By James McMillan

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