well, alright, fine. i'll wave that white flag. now's a good time to let the fight lag. we had some good times, but those are at an end. it kind of fizzled out and crapped when the dice land. ladies and gentlemen, please, clear the tables. tip your waitress. and go start some fables. knights, mount your horses, it's time to wipe the boards clean. i took some pawns, you scored bishops and queens. let's call it a stale mate, i like them apples. i'm tired of watching history topple the castles. i could never get a leg up over the saddle. neither can i topple the king and hear the death rattles. arrested development doesn't stop your getting older. the beard grows thicker every time you let it molder. so bend the knees, keep pushing on that boulder. wishing you had atlas's shoulders.

posted by adam @ 2:18 AM