Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful? Something free?
Here, have a tiny poem.
One by one
down we fall
til there's no-one left
none at all
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
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- Caitlin
- I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady - rich only in never-ending unrest. In me there meet a combination of antithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another. Driven hither by objective influences, thither by subjective emotions, wafted one moment into blazing day by mocking hope - plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible despair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I hope I make myself clear, lady? - Ralph, HMS Pinafore (Best. Operetta. Ever.)
2 comments:
Ah . . righteo . . Sounds like my work . . Each client is passing away one by one. . .
Hey, I like it, reminds me of life. Funny that.
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