Thursday, November 03, 2005

Sleeping Beauty took a hundred-year slumber

En route to his meeting, a stranger stopped and waved at illusive coffee beans. He spent the next two hours talking to me, and waved the meeting off his agenda. And because Shawn, I know you like rhyming :
Oh weary knight
Lift your masquerade.
Shall then this light
Halt your grand charade?

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You know how it is; when your tirade can't hold out any longer, and the stinking harangue comes out even in a place where they fix signs to shush everyone up. Lordy, the library of all places. I need to get my mouth, and my head firmly cellotaped.

Much love to Jun for being able to hug a sourpuss. It felt a little like sunbeams in the dead of the insane night. Not giant rays, just baby streams of light.

But suffice. Jun; just between the both of us- you inspire me.

And to the current state of other affairs- Je suis fatigue.


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