Saturday, September 16, 2006
You can't land on a fraction man!
he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. I'm a little man, and he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas.
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Jesus - Kipling and Eliot* in one post? Nice work. Also, had a great time last night.
*Did I ever tell you about the time I was drunk and bored, and copied this entire poem onto my bathroom walls (three of them) in grease pencil? Probably not. Anyway. See you at the White Trash Birthday Party?
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