As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
And that is the grave in the distance.
And so when our lives run along all wrong,
And nothing seems real or certain,
We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not)
Of that spectre behind the curtain.
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Words are not enough
Back now... I have no idea how to restart now after the glory of autumn, but of course I will try.
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