What the Thunder Said: Apropos Of Nothing. Really.

I finally figured it out. It's not that I can't read people; I'm just incredibly slow and move my lips too much when I'm doing the reading.

From "What the Thunder Said"

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"Here is no water but only rock/Rock and no water and the sandy road/The road winding above among the mountains/Which are mountains of rock without water/If there were water we should stop and drink/Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think/Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand/If there were only water amongst the rock/Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit/Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit/There is not even silence in the mountains/But dry sterile thunder without rain/There is not even solitude in the mountains/But red sullen faces sneer and snarl/From doors of mudcracked houses/If there were water..." -T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land

Monday, December 10, 2007

Apropos Of Nothing. Really.

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