In a town that I went away in to school, there is a guy my roommate and I ran across in the phonebook by the unfortunate name of Beauregard Shagnasty... I think that one takes the taco...

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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
-John Keats