Re: All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!
Imagine what the future we're living would have been like if designed by drunks!
Now see it: text on your phone, fax-machines, phone-booths with cordless receivers on golf courses...
Plenty more drunken future vissions here
Seagrams holds a place of college drinking that says there shall never be a future which includes it in mine.
We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound... our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color... we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!' Endora on witches in Bewitched