The album that best describes my mood right now
That's all I have to say. If you have heard the album you will know what I mean.
posted by Dev @ 12:09 AM
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Tales of a lost space cadet
On my planet, everyone has a 3-minute attention span. So it was hard to adjust to Earth, where beings retain thoughts for long periods. I graduated from an institution where beings sat in front of rectangular plastics and attended meetings where an older being spoke in front of younger, dirtier ones. For fun, they consumed alcohol, shook in crowded, humid rooms and touched each other's privates. Luckily, I work with smaller beings now, who have the same attention span as me.
Monday, July 12, 2004
That's all I have to say. If you have heard the album you will know what I mean.
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- My Top Ten Birthday Highlights
- Dude, where's my bone marrow?
- Where is Apu from?
- Stupid British Airways counterperson
- I'm short, it's my birthday
- Air Guitar Champion
- Music that will make you happy
- Lord of the Rings! What movie Do you Belong in?(m...
- Calling 9-1-1
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- Crazy one
- Cynic journalist
- Dehydration expert
- Dulupdate
- Germ
- Life of the party
- Mind of an Indian male
- My America
- Rock music encyclopedia
- Sex and the Boroughs
- Shutterbug
- Soul traveler
- Tiffin Box
- Tourist in Turkey
- Venus' Playground
- Worldly one
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Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
by Pablo Neruda
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