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Sunday, July 13, 2003

Metal, Peddle, Mettle, Pedal, Medal, Petal and Meddle.

Ponder those words for a bit. I did, as I was pondering the existence of the alphabet, memes and language.

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Passion sweet
eternal sleep,
and in my darkened
shadows,
weep.


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Spiritus durissima coquit.
Quod in te est, prome.


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Poetry is a sword of lightning,
ever unsheathed,
which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
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