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today is poem in your pocket day in new york. i had been waiting all month for this to come along so i could post "marginalia", which is one of many reasons why this is my new lj name, but then i looked at my lemony snicket calendar and discovered found poetry, of sorts. this is, i swear, the quote on the calendar for today:
"I was comfortable
enough in this house, I
must say. Apart from a
few rats I was alone
in the basement"
--Samuel Beckett,
"The End"
work now. see y'all tonight, where i will catch up on things wot need catching up on, bitch about gerald allen . . and fill out an application to work in a town of 5,000. o.O
"I was comfortable
enough in this house, I
must say. Apart from a
few rats I was alone
in the basement"
--Samuel Beckett,
"The End"
work now. see y'all tonight, where i will catch up on things wot need catching up on, bitch about gerald allen . . and fill out an application to work in a town of 5,000. o.O