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Mister Bent · 01-24-2010, 01:22 PM

I wasn’t exactly sure how to tap into this subterranean sea that I sensed (or, rather, hoped) lay beneath my crusty separate self like an aquifer beneath a desert. I had no divining rod except a raggedy sort of faith in the power of love - the pure stuff, not the compromised cupfuls we flavor and bottle and hand out in small portions and sometimes take back.

- Jan Shoemaker

01-24-2010, 01:22 PM	#508
Mister Bent Senior Member How Do You Identify?: . Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: . Posts: 2,905 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,151 Thanked 5,825 Times in 1,722 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	The Pure Stuff I wasn’t exactly sure how to tap into this subterranean sea that I sensed (or, rather, hoped) lay beneath my crusty separate self like an aquifer beneath a desert. I had no divining rod except a raggedy sort of faith in the power of love - the pure stuff, not the compromised cupfuls we flavor and bottle and hand out in small portions and sometimes take back. - Jan Shoemaker __________________ Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken