I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red, even black. The black tree, about three feet high, looked like it had been burnt. I wondered who would want a black tree, but I knew someone would. There was no limit to the ways in which people could be strange."   ~ White Oleander

I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.

I failed angst in high school. They let me graduate anyway.

It’s translating for you. It’s a Babel fish. Look it up in the book if you like.

Written By Douglas Adams

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