And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Thoughts Coming In From The Cold

It is cold outside.

God. Fucking. Cold.

Too damn cold to think straight.

I hate that.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oist harvey, yung xmas chorva natin ay either dec 1 or 22, kila heidi sa qc. potluck sa food and patak patak sa inom : )azegpjln