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On this of all occasions I am reminded of how pointless everything is. This year is dead, as dead as the leaves were in November as bored people trampled them in the icy rain. But what follows? Another empty year. What are years?? I have heard it said that people usually die at the turning of the tide, just before dawn, or in autumn. Autumn: the turning of the season. The year is measured in seasons. But we have imposed our arbitrary laws on it. **** doesn’t get shat on January 1st. But we think it does, because we say so. The universe goes on, doing whatever it does, and we are insignificant.
Dust. Excrement. Ashes. And so I lurk here, near the closest thing I have to companionship, while I watch Sweeney Todd for the 7th time. Maybe I’ll pause it long enough to watch the clock on my laptop turn over. Or maybe not.
Happy new year, my fellow balls of soot. Log in to see images! ...Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l’Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir. — Charles Baudelaire |
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| Posted On: 12/31/2008 11:32PM |
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| Posted On: 12/31/2008 11:35PM |
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thursday…big deal… Log in to see images! |
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| Posted On: 12/31/2008 11:40PM |
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Indeed. 2008 will always be remembered as a piece of crap, like all the years before it.
And all our yesterdays, like flaming turds, have lighted fools the way to dusty death… ...Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l’Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir. — Charles Baudelaire |
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| Posted On: 12/31/2008 11:41PM |
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Happy New Year to you too, emofabulous persons.
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| Posted On: 01/02/2009 11:10AM |
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Thankyou Log in to see images! |
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| Posted On: 01/09/2009 8:06PM |
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