"I tried to wake for so long, for so many fruitless months. But, one day, as I clasped my skull in the throes of grief, I groped at my eyes with waxen talons, and I finally came to see that they had indeed been open the whole time. From that point onwards, I have wanted for nothing more than the chance to return to the oblivion that is sleep."
- SOMETHING I WROTE AT 6:45 A.M. THIS MORNING, I GUESS IT'S A SOCIAL COMMENTARY OR ME BEING TIRED OR SOMETHING, I DON'T REALLY KNOW,
By Nick Sinnett,
Written Tuesday 13 May, 2008
PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YE SUFFER CURSE OF DIAL-UP,
FOR MANY AN IMAGE AWAITS YE AHEAD.
Thanks for the idea, Andrew.
Note (made during move to Blogger): I have taken the utmost care in preserving the original posts in the move to Blogger, even including notes made by Roger as a method of communicating with me and responding to my entries.
1 comment:
And you have done it with great accuracy - thanks.
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