A thousand apologies to those who care. This journal had been stopped for some time for reasons that don't take long to explain, so I won't trouble you there
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Here's a question, what causes "a little death" each time you do it? It's from somewhere and it's been driving me crazy trying to figure out where it's from or what the line is--you wouldn't happen to know, would you?
Hmm, quite possibly it could be that everytime you lie you die a little death, seeing that every dishonesty is another niche carved in your soul or something moralistic and profound like that.
Or it could be that every disapointment is another little death. Perhaps every small hope you have that is destroyed, dashed againts the cold rocks of reality...
Other than that I have no idea.
some special words: "SAUCY ENGLISH TAVERN REFRAIN" I found most amusing from the history text...nerd as I am.
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The ethics class, am I right? That was the poem about the ethics class!
cheers,
kits
P.S. If you don't mind, drop me an email at gotobed@myway.com--why ever are you stopping this journal, my dear?!
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Here's a question, what causes "a little death" each time you do it? It's from somewhere and it's been driving me crazy trying to figure out where it's from or what the line is--you wouldn't happen to know, would you?
cheers,
kits
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Or it could be that every disapointment is another little death. Perhaps every small hope you have that is destroyed, dashed againts the cold rocks of reality...
Other than that I have no idea.
some special words: "SAUCY ENGLISH TAVERN REFRAIN" I found most amusing from the history text...nerd as I am.
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There are a lot of copies of Van Goghs work, so it would not be lost entirely.
Also, I don't think art work will feel as much pain while burning to death that the woman will feel.
PS I searched for users interested in The Sun Magazine and that's how I came across your journal.
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