Tuesday, 8 January 2008

tongue tied and utterly witless

here I am, a small voice in the tumultuos maelstrom of information that surrounds and drowns. Why bother? why not! A stream of consciousness flowing into the sea. Another mark made, like layers of graffiti on an unseeing wall. If you really look you may find meaning. Or beauty. Or the answer to a forgotten question. Most likely you will find psychobabble and bullshit.


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1 comment:

Alma said...

Comment cherry *popped*!

Ello my ole china, how is you?

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