I'm living in interesting times, but I'm living. I had a half-expected phone call last weekend, so I've been going around the place Registering, Notifying, Organising.
Soon I'll need time to reflect properly. Also consequently, Tommy Womble needs a new home.
the washing of the waves ~ a bright thing, glinting there ~ what is it, what is it for?
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Drifting into 05
Whizz. Bang. The celebrations are hollow, the fizz silent in the fridge.
It is truly awful when demons strike in the world's playgrounds. I hope with you - having friends somewhere in SL - that, in this new and already damaged year, our fears are resolved. The resolution may not be want we want to hear. I'm powerless and shameful, my words drift ugly in the water.
It is truly awful when demons strike in the world's playgrounds. I hope with you - having friends somewhere in SL - that, in this new and already damaged year, our fears are resolved. The resolution may not be want we want to hear. I'm powerless and shameful, my words drift ugly in the water.
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