the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left
(and i refer to thinking)rests upon a dismal misconception;namely that some neither ape nor angel called a man is measured by his quote eye que unquote.
Much better than which,every woman who's (despite the ultramachinations of some loveless infraworld)a woman knows; and certain men quite possibly may have
shall we say guessed?" "we shall" quoth gifted she: and played the hostess to my morethanme © E.E. Cummings 1963
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I'm sure you'll want to know what I've been pondering lately, but it won't be here! Because Angelfire can't keep their server up, I've got a new journal site. Please visit. Here we go...
4 jan 2000 - the new year
21 jan 2000 - sleep, sweet sleep
31 jan 2000- breakthrough
3 feb 2000 - You might be insulted by this.
9 feb 2000 - Sophie Gets Her Own Bed
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