February 25, 2010
Masquerade, Optimism
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I shall give myself a pat
on the shoulder (after the wells clear up
again),
for unearthing in me some nobility—
that little pure droplet, like a dew, a baby spring.
That I myself did not know
it is something I possess brings
a smile: yet it is there,
flowing freely,
in some of the deepest sepulchers
of my heart.
3.17pm
November 26, 2009
Films and Flippings
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photo from www.therebelution.com
If you’re thinking of giving me something this Christmas, I’d be happy to unwrap this book. It’s available at NB, just so you know.
More about the book? Click on the pic.
August 6, 2009
Uncategorized
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neither the song nor the moon it
was, but us, who dared tame
time—and winning but for a moment,
made now everlasting
July 28, 2009
Stomachachers
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when two hands are not enough

vertical organization

the streets must be kept clean—at all times

going to school is an adventure

as fast as a rocket

sleep tight!

spacesaver

oh well

pics from www.funonthenet.in
June 19, 2009
Masquerade, Windchimes
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I was settled and then you come centripetal centrifugal you are delicious but our friction must just stop.
then1:25 am, 17 June 2009