Some days, I am a raving cauldron of dichotomy. Don't worry, today is not one of those days. I know you all have them, though. There's no denying it. Aren't there times when you
There are days when one simply cannot accept what is right in front of one's own face. It's the elephant in the room, the hippo on the path. You know it's there, you know you have to respect its boundaries. You're pretty sure you have to accept it (because it just is), and yet there's a part of you that says, "Damn the elephant, it's not real." You might go on about your way, ignoring the elephant, defying the hippo, shaping reality to fit your needs at this moment (because sometimes now is the only thing that matters). You can get away with it for a while -- probably -- but you're eventually going to have to defer to the wildlife. Probably.
This isn't morbid, it's just a good idea. It's a site developed in conjunction with a project focused on discovering and preserving old cemeteries.
I've always wondered why there wasn't some sort of centralized "clearing house" for those searching for missing people. All over the country, there are unidentified bodies lying in morgues. Some lie unclaimed for years. Finally, there's a site which collates information and makes it available for the public to search.
Sunday with Twisted Linguistics
despcriptions - Photos and vital statistics on desperados, often seen in Post Offices.
recommed - Recreational recombinant drug.
discription of your book - Removing the encryption from a book so someone can understand it.
What reality show should you be in?