a note on love

Jan 17, 2006 23:24

I remember once, in the second grade, I was lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. This was in Wheeling, on 1311 Valley View Avenue. It was night, the beginning of the school year, and I couldn't sleep because of all the things running through my head. Eventually I settled on, for some reason or another, geometry. Not Euclid, mind you, just ( Read more... )

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anarchistdfc January 17 2006, 22:43:42 UTC
are you saying that every thought is old? that there is nothing left to create? Please, i don't mean to put words in ur mouth. *prays that mom joke is not thought of*

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howshouldiknow January 23 2006, 13:59:09 UTC
nope, exact opposite. unless the only type of math is the naming of shapes?

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anarchistdfc January 23 2006, 15:14:06 UTC
okie dokie

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howshouldiknow January 24 2006, 14:04:57 UTC
that was a little curt of me, sorry. i was in a snippy mood.

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ananleithian January 18 2006, 19:33:29 UTC
i like that entry.

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