not really, but i wanted to----he finally figured out how to get to what i thought was an inaccessible place and knocked great-aunt ruby lee's vase, c. 1910, off, breaking it to smithereens----
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6/27/2008 04:29:00 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
2 comments:
Tommy NOOOOooooo. Man I hate that.
PJ
Ohh-h-h NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
maybe you can glue it together and put his remains in it...
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