a poem for today, 1 November 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
This is my time.
In both directions at once.
I can only see the dead ends everywhere I look.
There is great disorder under heaven and the situation is excellent.
Blocking relationships are computed for local pairs of parts that are in contact with one another.
It’s a huge myth that unconditional love, or radical acceptance of someone you care about, requires you to accept them for who they are.
That's the gist.
When in doubt, freak 'em out.
All the road signs have been pulled down.
Russian roulette isn't the same without a gun.
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