Crash
February 22, 2008Reinforcements are on the way, but communications will likely be down for the weekend. It’s expected, it’s planned for, I’ll be okay. Damn it all to hell.
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This I do, being mad:
Gather baubles about me,
Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time
Death beating the door in.
White jade and an orange pitcher,
Hindu idol, Chinese god, —
Maybe next year, when I’m richer—
Carved beads and a lotus pod. . . .
And all this time
Death beating the door in.
ESVM
Oh, lovely Edna . . . she has precisely the right words for the passionate and the mad . . . sometimes, I feel like I know her.
Like the re-design, by the way.