this sign is new at the spire, and the first if it actually opens ---another fancy-shmancy kitchen place, this one is even eye-talian---they just opened what looks like a similar establishment up near fifth street but then this one is "the new evolution," so what do i know---anyway i was hoping for a pawn shop or a liqour store or a dirty book store, you know, something that would bring some life to the street
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3/03/2009 06:42:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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