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| Do Grendels Dream of Electric Birds |
In a way, that's what this place is. Better or worse, our jokes, joys, secrets and sins, sorrows, rages, hopes, anything of ourselves we ever felt the uncontained impulse to put out into this space Some of us have left this world, but their words are still with us, painting little fragmentary pictures of who they were, what they felt. Maybe, one sad day, blather itself may vanish, but until then,..our past selves and the ones whose journeys ended along the way are still in here with us. An odd chorus of Little ghosts in the machine ("all these moments, lost in time...like tears in rain") But until then, we are all still this weird crazy little song still singing itself into being, maybe quieter than before, older, stranger, but still murmuring along |
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| Heh |
"Gallery OF " Bleeding typo |
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