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	<title>everything except himself</title>
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	<description>don't look at me that way... it was an honest mistake</description>
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		<title>224</title>
		<description>I forget why I was thinking about it, but for some reason I had found myself in the middle of looking for a poem from a show called "Blue Sub No. 6". The poem, as presented in the English version, goes this way:

"Today, today,"
Each day I have waited for you.
And ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=226</link>
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		<title>Poetry</title>
		<description>Samsara

Human eyes,
Fickle and callous and full of surprise
At the sight of you --

My heart longs to tell you
That you are the very model of perfection to me
And that my eyes cannot properly see
All of the things you could mean to me.

But you have walked out of my life,
Trouncing upon that ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=225</link>
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		<title>Part IV of the Tower &#8212; The Maintenance Man II</title>
		<description>The whole city knew when the boy had hit the tower: everything stopped. Except those people who were standing, starring, video-taping the carnage, everyone was panicked. There's some ethereal calming feeling, inherent only to humans, to watching a disaster, like how people slow down in cars to look. Only willing ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=208</link>
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		<title>Back on the Grind</title>
		<description>So, it's been a while since I've written here. That doesn't mean it's been a while since I've been writing, though. Unfortunately, I've discovered that prose puts me to sleep (yes, literally and on more than one occasion). So I've got a bunch of pages kind of laying around half-finished, ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=224</link>
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		<title>Clouds</title>
		<description>Thickly spread across the sky,
Mounted up so high,
How quickly they go by!

Up there my feelings lie,
Yet down here am I,
And I cannot get away.

Would that I were borne on the current of the wind,
This stationary life I would transcend
In the sky-river's bend.

Up there to my feelings tend
But lose myself to ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=223</link>
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		<title>11&#215;14</title>
		<description>11x14 I referenced in previous post can be checked out here: link. Total time was about 4 hours, because I had to clean it up something fierce. </description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=222</link>
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		<title>E(Car + Work) = $494</title>
		<description>So that chirping noise (the tech corrected me from "clicking") was a combination of my belt, the belt idler, and the belt tensioner. Car runs silent now, though, which is exciting. Of course on the ironic flipside, this could just be one step away from, "Not with a bang but ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=221</link>
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		<title>Nine hundred and thirty nine</title>
		<description>939 (no amp)
Rainy day + staying up all night + playing the guitar while lying down. </description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=219</link>
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		<title>Dance (2002)</title>
		<description>Dear one for whom my heart does long,
Soft night rays play in light of your being:
Your beauty shines transformed to song,
And your voice descends serene.

Laughter trails your form like wind
As your carefree intent is shown.
As the contours of your body bend,
Sweeter melodies may never again be known.

Your voice and grace ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=217</link>
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		<title>To P.P. with Love</title>
		<description>Poor Prometheus!
I, if no one else, know that 
The true fire is not a flame but a fountain!

In contrast, our daily lives
Are a sinking boat
On which our fair futures float.
Though, we don't get very far --
Life is a pond
Where we and the algae dumbly abscond.

Lying on our stomach with the ...</description>
		<link>http://darkabstraction.com/wordpress/?p=216</link>
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