An adventure is, by nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. ~G.K. Chesterton
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Welcome to the longest-running* yet least-read** blog on the internet!Here you'll find me writing about all the things that I write about, which strikes me, just now, as somewhat recursive. In any case, enjoy :)
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
The last time
We were a pair, You with your shattered blue eyes And me with a song-shaped hole In my psyche. Like Gibson’s Straylight, Turning ever inward till at last we were irreducible; which is to say We were nothing.
5 comments:
i thought that was beautiful. a little ironic somehow, but delightfully melancholic, which is contradictory i know.
Are you a dog? Are you really a dog? How can you type? Dog's can't type. I know. I'm a dog.
Now
I am
Nothing ... nice stuff
erm..sorry but what is Gibson's straylight?
Hmphz.. copy my "nothing".. hee.. :p
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