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by fuel

i wanted to feel something
to be something
to see something

i wanted to find
one thing that was mine
and leave this behind
but i
i can't find my way
to get far away
and bury these days

fantasy once reality
becomes such a parody

if i could find
one thing that was mine
i'd leave this behind
but i
i can't find my way
to get far away
and bury these days

if shining
or if shaking
it's reality speaking

if i could find
one thing that was mine
i'd leave this behind
but i
i can't find my way
to get far away
and bury these days

candy has left the building

somehow, my wireless is randomly working again...i was trying to fix it last night while on my wired connection and didn't think i got anywhere, but apparently i did.

*does not question it*
*squee*

if you don't understand those tubes can be filled...

more hilarity, courtesy of xkcd:



i'll stay off your lawn if you stay out of my tubes. capisce? capisce.

some rather special spam

some of the spam i get on my email account just cracks me up. case in point, what i just received today:

date: Oct 23, 2007 10:00 AM
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Matt, Leeds.

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clearly they don't pay any attention to who their sending it to...because really, would they actually think that my gmail handle is "superherogirl" because my penis is just so small that i can't call myself "superheroboy" in good conscience?

sheesh. as i always say when i get these emails...if i wanted a bigger cock, i'd go to early to bed and buy one.

dover beach

we are singing a setting of this poem in the choir. the more i sing it, the more i love it. the more i read the words, over and over...it feels like a little slice of my life right now, put into words far more eloquent than i ever could.

Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.