Wednesday, August 22, 2012


Towards the next stage, one step at a time, the stride picks up, the pace falls into rhyme, and all the world is passing in an age of blood and crime. This is what I was made for, to be a grain of salt, to dissolve and in dissolving slow the corruption of the flesh and mind; and in the end, though scattered, gone, diffuse... there still remained the idea that I spent the coin that I was given, that I served to some worthwhile extent.

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