Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time.
Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
20 November 2007
interstellar
all days run down the beat is loud and all are cowed by one small frown throughout the town not one who's proud may stand unbowed who's not a clown all that we say is given shape by silent ones we lost the way each naked ape under strange suns
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