The transition was personally difficult—the punchline ended up being I wasn’t a soul progressing, but a soul regressing back to myself. Odd.
Anyway, the change also affects you, although I tried to make it seamless as possible, you may have to update your bookmarks and feeds and subscriptions, especially if you subscribe to one of the feedburner feeds, I’ve ditched ’em.
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Water droplets burst their majestic energies onto struggling seeds that spasm and squirm into a new existence. The hardwood forest reduced to serving man his pity—resilient to all that dare to penetrate its nebulous swirls and knots—a universe of its own threading. Galaxies of diamonds implode into stillness. There’s a blush, and a motion involving a perfect ear.
Had I been still
writing at the time
I’d have delighted in
that funny Irish song
you sang with your sister
If you’re browsing the site in reverse chronological order you may wonder why everything below this post is dated January 1, 1970…
Shit broke is why.
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