| We are all star-stuff. On the other hand, technically dirt is star-stuff too. |
| Once, in a mountainous kingdom beyond the setting sun, a boy was born just before the ides of March, under the sign of the full moon. His wasn’t a birth of prophecy, nor a birth that the saints had foreseen. He chose not to define his identity, beyond being pretty nice. No life manifesto was ever offered. No self-definition. No song. No legend. Hemingway was the only one capable of touching our souls with less than ten words and his simply invoked mortality and despair. Like Flaubert said, no words are anything more than a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long for our music to move the stars. As a young man, like a carriage flowing along a midnight street, he fled before the pink hands of dawn first brushed the sky. Now, hooded and cloaked, he wanders the desert, searching for a forgotten romance of light and song. He didn’t worry about Big Brother watching. He didn’t want to know John Galt. But he knew Odysseus would make it home. The adventure had just begun. |
Notes From Underground
Tired
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"You've got to stand for something
or you'll fall for anything."
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I had my dinner. Then took a little unexpected nap. Now I feel really weird. It is 1:39AM here.
But my point, I left the computer just idling on your page. The comment to you on my screen reads that I posted it 4 seconds ago.
I know this has something to do with refreshing a page. Speaking of understanding systems. I had no experience on computers, at all, until a few months ago.
So, what I don't know if fairly astounding. I'm a tiny bit like Nell in that old Jodie Foster movie.
My little experiment, see how this comment registers.
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[I know, I replied to myself]
:iconobjectionv2plz
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And I'm not even sure what that icon was going to look like.
That's OK, you now can read what "he" is saying, from inside the plz words.
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With my crazy schedule, this is about dinner time for me.
I'll be back. I read what you said and was so grateful you took time to explain many good things.
I'm giving you this message here, because I'm not clear what happens if I send a short message and want to make another longer reply later.
Do you get notice of both comments? Even though you've been here 3 weeks, you may have already gained a better overview of the system than I have.
That was a GOOD answer(s).
I took it off to you.
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Future Forensic Pathologist. Autopsy theatre, here I come! *brandishes scalpel*
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti. Now only the deep pond awaits me.
Voveso in mori mon vandas. In the ocean of my tears I drown.
I'll be on my way over to check your gallery out in a bit.
Alright! I'll check yours, too!
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Future Forensic Pathologist. Autopsy theatre, here I come! *brandishes scalpel*
Vrit- me lindos dubnon -piseti. Now only the deep pond awaits me.
Voveso in mori mon vandas. In the ocean of my tears I drown.
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