Ah, t'was a beautiful sticky, but apparently it just wasn't meant to last. A mere 45 days after coming into the world, this morning another sticky goes up in smoke.
photo credit: TheGoogly
May as well shoot for that extra digit... :)
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!" -- Jack Kerouac