The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers. (delascabezas) wrote,
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.

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the true holy grail

I have discovered a secret... it is not the calling up of a gholem, nor is it the formula to philosopher's mercury. I am not turning lead to gold, nor can the liquids produce of my secret heal all ills and wounds, and ensure eternal life.

I figured out how to get a top quality hotdog off a dirty water cart in uptown Manhattan. The secret, apparently, is to go before 10:30, when they are just set up. The hotdogs are boiled and tasty, not waxy and waterlogged yet. There are no lines, and the attendants, apparently undazed as of yet by the demanding throngs of porparts eaters, will actually listen to how much of what kind of condiment you'd like on your hotdog.

They say you are remebered for the big things you do in life, i think that's b/s... its the little victories that count.

Chalk up one for my team!

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