The moon won't take you out to wine and dine...every evening we still hear you whine and whine
This is short, and simple. My apartment is clean. It's surprising how...not depressing it is now. I must now clean my room and be done with it.
This is short, and simple. My apartment is clean. It's surprising how...not depressing it is now. I must now clean my room and be done with it.
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9:40 PM
A proper epithet for this post would have to be: cleanliness is next to shit.
Here is such comfort, in the joys and trials of life that are ours to boast and ours to brook, and when the sun is older, Earth is smaller, and when the stars are our neighbours-and not these distant wonders-there will be a direction home that we can follow and it will be towards this peace and this part of our consciousness and the language, the voyage and the wonder of man.
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