The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
My left ear twitched a little a few minutes ago. Was it all it was meant to happen? Dunno...
Truly a sign!
It could be an exact copy. I hadn't thought of that. We'll never know!
Well Stan, it's possible... albeit highly improbable!
I've been questioning the reality of what I see ever since Escher.
Now he messes with your mind doesn't he
I personally have left this cosmos a long time ago. The copy of me seems to be working well if nobody has noticed. It looks like there's no hope for you, Bonaparte. You're in Corkadoragha for all eternity. Bless your pitiful lost soul!
Dammit Claude don't leave me here!
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