June 19th, 2010
Today I got a note that said:
“which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass for on the turbid current of his passion which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass”
That’s it–no advert for a designer watch or attachment of doomful virus. I mean, I don’t love the use of “turbid”, but it’s better than most!
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… i am drinking coffee for you. i hope it is helping, turbid or no turbid.
June 19th, 2010 at 5:30 pmThanks, AMT! I had a little sip of it today and wasn’t desperately sad not to have more. So I think that’s a good sign.
Today’s spam:
selfish father of rtien no no let us play, for it is yet day thou sittest at the western gate;
Sounds a bit fantasty/sci-fi, no? And epic!
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