Im going through my old myspace blog and transcribing entrues here because i want to keep this blog and keep it finctional.
So Im reading old posts, old observations and old poems and loving the fragments of eloquence I find in my work. Such a narcissist I am but there it is.
There is great pleasure in reading through old thoughts, great panic at seeing old difficulties still unresolved but delight in the patterning of a self given back to itself!
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