crapped on by a bird again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2002.11.09
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
Society is indeed a contract... [the state] is a partnership in all science; a partnership in all art; a partnership in every virtue, and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.
—Edmund Burke