7/2/08 04:47 pm
the curse of God;
Knowledge is the
wing wherewith
we fly to heaven
- Shakespeare
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So... moms coming up here on wed. or thurs.
I really should start doing something with this but... alas... i havent got the time.
cat- i sent you a card. hope you like it.
basically its jesus in an autopsy
the mailman is probably going to take one look at it and burn it with the books
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away