The crisp air, the soil smells different...the colors, the crunch of the leaves and the change in animal noise...the taste of a fully ripened harvest, the sensation of the dry coolth...the sky is clearer, life is good.
Yeah, I like Fall.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings...Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you a king
Fall is sex weather seriously. I know that's why it's my favorite.
"At points of clarity, I realize that my life on earth is meaningless, and that I am merely a pawn in a bigger game. A game I cannot possibly understand or have control of. Thankfully, before depression sets in, I drift back into my cloudy, bewildered daily routine." **Joel Patrick Warneke**