Friday, October 28, 2005

I am bored w/ dying of a broken heart. Everything I timidly starts fails w/ a boldness before unknown. What can I do but turn towards God and point my finger at him? I have come to the conclusion that the old man is even more stupid than he is weak. - Erik Satie

Saturday, October 08, 2005

paging Sam Beckett

"Bring out your foghorns,
the mist has descended.
The alley's never been blinder.

What light there is, is too diffused
to indicate any direction.
What light there is,
tells us nothing."

-- life, the universe, and everything in a seven line Robert Wyatt song!