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DONEDONONDONEODONEONDONEONE11111111111
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| I lied (again); I'll never update (this particular 'blog) again.
Stay tuned for redirection. I'm in the process of carving out a new internet-home for myself but it's taking me quite a while to pick a username, etc; I don't want to be stuck with something lame the way I'm stuck with the current one. |
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| (also I promise I will fill out the questionnaire-thing. I haven't forgotten, only procrastinated.)
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| I take it back.
Swivel chair evening reflections.
Watching the sun sink
below newly shingled rooftops
is peaceful, if not comforting.
Que sera, sera
(kay sarah, sarahhh)
Clever people with bad pronunciation
(Doris Day included)
serenade me with that song fairly often,
not realising
the truth is in the present tense.
Que je suis
Que tu es
Que nous sommes,
nous sommes.
It's not exactly an altar of certitude
but who said love was a pendulum
anyway.
Speaking of rotation
have you ever wanted to walk along the equator
and spin the earth beneath your feet?
If we walked in opposite directions
we could hold the planet still.
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