Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, June 22, 2000

Am I required to create as intense, as delicately crafted, an outpouring of personal emotion as exhibited elsewhere? As much as I admire these people, I know I cannot emulate them. I cannot lay my deepest feelings in verbose eloquence at the feet of random net-wanderers. Am I lacking? And if so, where? In the desire to spend so long constructing my sentences as to turn them into works of art merely as a result of such consideration? In the will to bare my soul of all its fairy-floss strands? In the ability to report on anything interesting that actually happens to me?

Life goes on. I float along. And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda'.

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