Oh you put stuff on a blog? A blogger blog?
That's like putting words down an ancient scroll. Hieroglyphics even. Runes etched in stone buried in a cave covered with ash from the humble fires of early man. A dusty pile of bones sat upon a throne of bronze that when disturbed rattles and shakes and ekes out a husky message from a time long forgot.
I'm like the complaint tablet to Ea-nasir going on and on about sub-standard copper. A living example of the idea that just as things must perish, some things must also persist. Persist against all reason and sense.
a sunny day is an old thing. an incredibly old thing. ancient. beyond time. beyond memory. a timeless timeless timeless rite.
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