I wanted to change my layout to something inspiring, to something reflective, to something that would intimidate yet soften. I wanted to use Walt Whitman's Song of Myself, but sadly, it is a very, very long poem and taking an excerpt from it just wouldn't do justice to it. So there. Don't say I didn't warn you, I'd suggest taking an hour off your busy schedule, read, ponder and let the wonder wash over you like a sudden cold shower on a hot summer day. Better yet, keep two hours aside, trust me...You'll need it.
Enlightening poems aside, if I got turned into a bottle of drink, I'd probably get turned into a non-offensive, extremely mild bottle of Baileys, and I'm very annoyed by that notion. I might even be considered wholesome what with all the milk people drink with it *shudder*. I'm not even worthy to be in the ranks of a bottle of Kahlua. I'm too nice. Too palatable. Too sweet. Ugh.
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