6.12.2010

Saturday's Goth Girl...





blah, blah, blah... snort, fizzle, goop...
This blog has turned into a wasteland. Gotta rethink this... Stand by for adventure in 3... 2... 1....


spew accordingly below...

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1 Comments:

Anonymous majorfactor said...

I sense solitude, not a wasteland...


In a silent, desolate spot,
In the night stone-frozen and clear,
The wanderer's hand on the sail
Is gripped by the fingers of fear.

- A Lute of Jade: "Impressions of a Traveller"
by L. Cranmer-Byng

http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext96/ljade10.txt

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