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Simple.

A good life is comprised of the following: a great deal of determination, coupled with; happy circumstance, and; love. Good friends are the alchemist's truth, and the sole one at that, in man's quest for gold, and a life by the golden mean.

See ya next Tuesday!

So my ex thought it was a bad thing to call a girl a "cunt." I'd like to counter with, look how far John McCain's gotten! Where once there was shame, and stigma, there is now pride. I consider myself in good company, see you next tuesday, ladies!

Shave and a haircut, two bits. One last time.

-Rock 'n' roll pioneer Bo Diddley, who banged out hit songs powered by the relentless "Bo Diddley beat" that influenced rockers from Buddy Holly to U2, died on Monday at the age of 79. Dude could play. Great innovator both sonically, and technically. Bo knows Diddley is still one of the more clutch commercials ever made, just as many of his jams from the '5o's and '60's still are. Check out "I'm a Man," or "Who do you love." Additionally he's been covered by everybody and their mother, so you know he was good, as imitation is one of the truest signs of genius, artistically speaking, in this day and age.

The Painter

I am a writer. And a poor one at that. My perfect expression would be a painting. I would be an old man, and I’d be near the ocean then. It may be winter, but you couldn ’t tell. Not the way the sun is shining. You’d see me there. Mostly you’d see what I’ ve created. With luck it would draw you in, the centerpiece of a white, sunny, room, with hardwood floors and tiny grains of sand the wind had blown in for the occasion. The occasion being every day, the circumstance being happenstance. My life’s work is just before those French doors I always wanted, open to the world- so unlike myself- taking in the sun. I’ ve painted everything in front of me, everything my eyes can see. That ocean, the great white beach which stretches out to the great depths many fathoms below here, stretches out on my canvas. You wonder what took so long to bring me here, or why I waited if I always knew. I am not sad that it has taken this time, this distance to cross. Serenity is no mean feat, and as much as