What do you call fake spaghetti?
An impasta!

Why did the math book look sad? It had too many problems.

A heart that’s broken and a heart that’s healed

Winter’s Breath
Cold wind bites the air,
Frosty patterns on the glass,
Nature’s quiet art.

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

What do you call fake spaghetti?
An impasta.

The best way to predict the future is to create it.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

Pyon

@pyong