Friday, January 04, 2002

To all the ducks I have ever known before... quack. You may be wondering just what I mean by ducks. Just that.. ducks. I believe ducks have it all figured out. They float on a pond.. strangers feed them... they bite the strangers at will.. poop wherever they please... and do not pay taxes. Man, to be a duck! The biting... the random pooping... the biting... the pooping... these are things not to be missed in life. Treasure these moments, oh ducks.. treasure them.
For those inclined to do so.. and I expect there to be none really, my email address is The link on this site seems to be of a difference of opinion, believing my address to be "Your mail here". Trust not the link... fear the link... it sees all and it knows.. it KNOWS!