"Here lies, a morbidus
of certain nutrix kind,
expired untimely,
though of restless mind,
she was, alas,
a victim of an artist's life."
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Well, well, well..When you build something up till the world is not enough -- consciously or not, it's likely to come crashing down and smack you on the head..good riddance, I can think clearly now..for now.
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