571.

He became prescriptive.

570.

A good upbringing is prophylaxis for the soul.

569.

The little girl sang in lilting voice, "He is good; He is good; And his love endures forever..."

568.

So, he bought a tshirt.

567.

A post-it note: EAT CAKE.

566.

Run, sprint, jog, trot, trudge, plod... all the same thing, really.

565.

The coffee ran in the bloodstream, awakening the giant.

564.

Doing is easier than managing.

563.

He unpacked his laptop with swift movements. He imagined himself a soldier.

562.

She had Jesus in her heart and Winnie the pooh on her underpants.

561.

They leaned into each other. Suddenly, they were lovers again.

560.

Somewhere, in between then and now, she lost her soul.

559.

We all try our best to be happy, don't we? But for some of us, we can never be completely so.

558.

He wrote steadily, a footnote a day.

557.

Long-life rain, that was what her father called it.

556.

This really was one of his less inspired posts; yet he liked it, a lot.

555.

555.

554.

He brought with him the rain.

553.

It was the wrong colour, the wrong number of slides, the wrong content.

552.

Now and forever.

551.

She wept for things she had not lost.

550.

Powerpoints are made by magick.

549.

Because of this, ek tutu.

548.

Her organisation system -- quick pencil scribblings on the side of coloured paper files.

547.

No, it was not an orgy.

546.

She was flying to Canada to marry all four of them, one girl and three guys.

545.

He went to church for a pair of earrings.

544.

Red, yellow, pink.

543.

Definitely a symptom of insanity.

542.

He took potshots. If you are skilled enough to join the dots, you will know his name.

542.

In between red and white, the essence of cotton candy.

541.

It is all about finding enough space.

540.

He stared into space, stewing in his own coffee breath.

539.

She wished time would turn back; yet, knowing this future, why should she even bother?

538.

The thought pierced through the thin veil of time.

537.

Suddenly, in the middle of the dried goods aisle, the reds got redder, the greens greener, and she felt reality slip from her like a falling silk handkerchief.