You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Poem
As the present gobbles up my future. And my tomorrows become my here’s and now’s I am aware that I am still learningthe why of the what’s and how’s.
1 comment:
smooth man, smooth
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