Liquid Etchings
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The rage in my heart
isn't wrath, only sadness. But after spending some time chasing a bus I almost missed and sitting and simmering and stewing in my own thought, my only response is that I had to post something else such that my rant wasn't at the top of the page anymore.

And now for something completely different.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm still headed to Europe, Zambia-be-damned.
Etched by Ron / 6/08/2005 01:29:00 PM |
There exists a version
of myself that chose wisely, that saved the day, that won, that got it right. I am his approximation. I've rounded down.
Links
I Left My Wallet In El Segundo
Asleep From Day
Pimpin' Theory
Ben's Blog
Ideals and Impossibilities
Diary of a Mad Black Man
Mass Hysteria
Cheater Five
Achtung Baby!
Towle Road
No Milk Please
PostSecret
Blagg Blogg
Eric D. Snider
Dack.com
Etc
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It's hard for the crowd to give ear to the anguish of a soul slowly fading