There is too much love and joy for the taking, I fear I can misrepresent the pain of life no longer. It's all intertwined somehow. The love, the pain. Remember that, it's all intertwined.
silly in morn, but still no less true, i say
good bye
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and yet, i'm ack on the net, to get y'all wet, rhymin like a piemen as a silhouette,
crouched outside the window, buliding chi, playing guitar, and studying the word of eternity.
yes i'm still crude.
have you read gulliver's travels yet?
and you shouldn't interpret our holy torah by what a stuffed tiger says.
i was in real dickish mood whnen i wrote last comment.
please delete me. can't do it now as on diff comp
but you shouldn't interpret our holy torah by what a stuffed tiger says...
can stay in this comment :)
who, wha, where stuffed tiger:)
no..nooooo
When people ask Orphan Pamuk, the 2006 Nobel Laureate in Literature, why he writes, he says, among other things, that he can't not write.
http://ben.casnocha.com/2007/11/i-cant-not-writ.html
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