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Sleep in the greening . . .
Mar. 4th, 2005 10:15 pm"Maybe one last time is all we need . . ."
It's Spring Breeeeeeeaaaaaaak . . . .
This doesn't thrill me nearly as much as it should.
Much to say. Far too incoherent to say it. Wish I had more than one bottle of decent mead - I'd be tempted to open one. A glass or two would be a welcome muscle relaxant.
"How you gonna ever find your place, running at an artificial pace . . ."
So damn proud of these kids. One more quarter, and then half of them are gone, maybe forever.
"So what the Hell now, we've already been forever damned!"
Yeah. I never really did believe in salvation anyway. Only the Wheel, and its Judgment, and then the leap back into the World.
I SLEEP NOW.
It's Spring Breeeeeeeaaaaaaak . . . .
This doesn't thrill me nearly as much as it should.
Much to say. Far too incoherent to say it. Wish I had more than one bottle of decent mead - I'd be tempted to open one. A glass or two would be a welcome muscle relaxant.
"How you gonna ever find your place, running at an artificial pace . . ."
So damn proud of these kids. One more quarter, and then half of them are gone, maybe forever.
"So what the Hell now, we've already been forever damned!"
Yeah. I never really did believe in salvation anyway. Only the Wheel, and its Judgment, and then the leap back into the World.
I SLEEP NOW.
