Leave the shower running, throw open the faucets. Precipitate as it may, I will not be stopped.
No, I'm not a postal worker (though I am a Postal Service fan). I blush at the thought of going out in the rain and I'm stopped dead in my tracks by torrential downpours. But even try as he might, it took Our Father Above forty days and forty nights to flood the Earth to the tippy tops of mountains.
And, today, there are only 38 days left until I receive my diplomae. So do what you will, there will still be an Earth when I go to granulate, no matter what precipitation may come.
Even if it is the first Himalayan Commencement.
-D"Fuck you, Water Cycle"an
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