January 2010
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yeah, we were just two friends in lust and baby, that just don’t mean...
– the strokes.
lie down with me, my dear, lie down under stormy night. tell nobody. my brother,...
– fleet foxes.
Art in the blood is liable to manifest itself in the strangest forms
– Sir Conan Arthur Doyle
consider this.
i’m contemplating blogging in this space as well as posting the every day knick-knacks that fascinate, amuse, inspire and even perplex me. i’ve never been an avid blogger. to be quite frank, i think it’s pretentious and slightly invasive. but more and more i find myself anxious to spill my thoughts somewhere. andĀ for whatever reason a written journal simply won’t do.
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