Anarchaia

Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)

16sep2005

[No Anarchaia tomorrow, I’m on a wedding the whole day.]

赤提灯

She’s gone, she’s gone
Never to return to you
And parallel lines eventually meet
In some dark corner of the universe
In God’s time, not yours
— Dan Bern, In God’s Time

#lisp
17:16 <Xach> chris2: i think anarchaia could be renamed clementsonaia

Oh and don’t even get me started on the Office 12 interface. People used to know 10% of Office, now? 0%. Good work. — Adrian Sutton, Should I Be Excited Yet?

Found:  Lost Shaker of Salt

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
— Bob Dylan, Let Me Die In My Footsteps

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