I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.
-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"
Saturday, March 20, 2010
100th Post
I want to thank you all for paying attention to me for 100 whole posts. You're heroic and I want to celebrate that.
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