Monday, January 19, 2009

Regardless of how utterly excited I am to see the Bush dynasty fall, I have no time to think about it. Hail the day I can be devoted to my studies, studies in something I perhaps would be interested in. I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight, if any. I really hate to end a wonderful, mentally productive weekend in this puddle of vomit.

"He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and willful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and seaharvest of shells and tangle of veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures, of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air."

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