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I went calendar shopping one day. It made me quite miserable. We'll take things from there. I'll try to get this blog as functional as can be. Until then, things will proceed slowly and surely for some uncertain time.

Time Travel is possible

D: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6uFXSE3ARM cute overload Babblin Joe: http://youtube.com/watch?v=wszzNg6zJeE Babblin Joe: hah Babblin Joe: nice D: btw you’ve shown that to me before Babblin Joe: oh Babblin Joe: time is cyclical! Babblin Joe: we’re caught in a temporal loop! D: no D: you just have no memory Babblin Joe: no Babblin Joe: the only logical solution is [...]

Over the top — OTT

an indirect quote from the wiki entry, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Going_over_the_top “Going over the top” is a military phrase derived from the trench warfare of the First World War. Attacks starting from trenches required infantry to climb over the top of the parapet before they could cross no man’s land to attack the enemy trenches. ‘Going over the [...]

last regrets

arigatou iwanaiyo zutto shimatte oku sayonara ha kagerinai yume no ato shizuka ni oritatsu ryouteni ha furisosogu kakera wo itsumademo itsumademo daite saiko made waratteru tsuyosa wo mou shitteita ohayou mezame ha mabushikute kanashii sayonara yurusenai bokutachi no yowasa ga yokatta futari ni ha arifureta yasashisa hana no youni koi no youni utsurou hikui kumo [...]

my buddylist was empty, and so was I.

I kept waiting for something, until there was nothing left to wait for. I try to remember what I can with my swiss-cheese memory – the results of that fatal head injury. I can’t believe the things I’ve done, or who I was. I don’t recognize that person I was / am supposed to be. [...]

a weekend in boston

As the glass broke across the trees my mind turned to forgotten texts. These lives less lead made beggars of astronauts, while we longed for some escape. Alleyway #3412 made no pleas otherwise. The bookstore shelves were lined with nostalgia, forgotten images of time made flesh. My peers were worn thin with time and memory. [...]

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