An Unedited documentation of my thoughts, desires, emotions and life.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
MY MUSIC
You are my flute The instrument of my soul Placing my lips on the mouth hole I tune you knowing there is no need The music we make together is already perfect
"Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty - excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable -should persist after the beauty was gone."
--Aristotle
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