sunday, lovely sunday.

woke up this morning struck with the desire to hear my own voice, aloud. but at the same time don't really feel like I have much to say. I would probably drop some quotes in here (Charles Bukowski, Reach for the Sun; Franz Kafka, Paradoxes and Parables) if I thought people would read them but I'm sure they wouldn't.

I myself still haven't read the massive quote that sits on top of Shane's blog.

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Anyways, the real point of this was to push that assassin comment a little farther down the queue - i'd rather people think I had nothing to say than to hear that as my voice.