I'm composing a bucket list.
I began with ten items. However, after a weekend of (increasingly unfamiliar) rational reflection, the list has been whittled down to three.
The other seven, it turns out, were seductively veiled death wishes.
For example, I realize now that # 5 -- building a cobra-powered time machine -- might contain certain design flaws. Ditto # 8: having tea with Kim Jong il and beating his wrinkled ass at chess.
#3 still has possibilities... I mean, it's not inconceivable that I might discover the Holy Grail while on holiday in the Galapagos.
Yeah. Let's keep that one at the top of the list.
the wind
4 years ago
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You're really going to the Galapagos? Give my regards to the turtles if you are.
Man, I would love to go there. But it's such a fragile place. The fewer people mucking about the islands in their touristy shirtsleeves the better.
Fuck. I've just had to strike Madagascar off the list, too.
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