Jan. 22nd, 2006
Everyone loves Emily
Jan. 22nd, 2006 12:50 pm
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Moments of surreality
Jan. 22nd, 2006 06:46 pm

Dream caused by the Flight of a Bee around a
Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening- You
have a unique and beautiful mind. No wonder so
many people like you and accept you. You are
aware of who you are and you do not try to be
someone else. You embrace yourself and other
people notice this and embrace you as well. You
get hugged. A lot.
Which Salvador Dali painting are you?
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I'm shocked and appalled. I've always thought of myself as a mercurial, difficult individual, but I guess I must be a bit low on the old self enlightenment, cuz as everybody knows, random internet tests are always more accurate than many hours of detailed omphaloskeptical analysis.