| New Year's resolution |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|12:21 am] |
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Try to be as happy as my dog! |
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[Jan. 4th, 2006|09:09 am] |
-- History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?
-- The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
-- That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
-- What? Mr Deasy asked.
-- A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
James Joyce, Ulysses. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2006|10:35 am] |
after the storm -
so much sky
where the roof used to be |
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[Jan. 4th, 2006|10:37 am] |
( Islamic spam... )
I bet now NSA is watching my e-mail too. |
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