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Sunday, February 15, 2009

oh ew ants have invaded my new computer table.

i'd really love to rant on about how V-day is a time of propaganda whereby the happiest people on this mindless day are florists and bosses of supermarkets because people get scammed into $6 per stalk roses...but i insist that i am not a cynical bitter crank, and i should avoid spoiling other people's day. so, Happy St. Valentine's to all the cosy couples and sad parrots out there!

i'm suffering from bouts of heat rash, which is really to be expected, what with the endless baking in this infernal thermal-hole ,but still intolerable. death point srsly..
let's find another galaxy.

Sins of omission.


how might one unwittingly commit a sin.?
how might one love and not lust.?
how might one live without melancholy.?
how might one know and not learn.?

and that yellow bird, he rose and died again.

she's not here @

6:15 PM