Sunday, June 18
at last, it arrives. he crumbles to a heap upon the cold stone floor. you could call the moment "ashes to ashes" perhaps, although i'm not really sure why. but regardless, he rises, reborn, and a little more free, a little more happy. and a little less afflicted.
maybe at times random prayers do get answered.
it never rains but it pours. for a while i'm just happy to run in the rain.
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"reason is my prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so we die."
"first wonder goes deepest, wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first."
"... for evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. the main battleground for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart"
- from "life of pi", by yann martel.
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shoutouts!
tab: oh yes welcome back! your noisiness has been missed. haha. and i believe people should start appreciating franky lampard for what a good footballer he is. hmm.
emiko: he's not still injured, probably just not at his sharpest. and why sad? crazy. seeing your team score in the dying moments of the match is like such a brilliant and wonderful high.
mel: hello, i think i may know a lot of "mels". an introduction will be very useful. :)