Sunday, October 12, 2008

The past never seems to rest

Sometimes, your past comes back to hit you in the back of the head, like it can't help itself. Then you can't decide between hitting it in the face with a brick until it bleeds to death, or just not caring.

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She tells her love

She tells her love while half asleep
In the dark hours,
with half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

by Robert Graves.

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A few random things

1. I have absolutely no work clothes that actually fit me. They're all too big.
2. If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, you should really wear a sign.
3. I will never, regardless of circumstance, be able to purchase a yarn called 'Mystic Purple'. Ever. Really.

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