Comments on filthy, cluttered
commentson 23 October 2003 : 14:58, Howard sez:

HAHAHAHA! Really great note. Sincerely, I could cut slack for anyone who writes a note like that. I'd cut slack for 48 hours, maybe a few hours more. He sounds phun!

commentson 23 October 2003 : 17:45, C(h)ristine sez:

Dude -- shower! It's good for you! Or is this some manifestation of grief and denial, or penance? Even so -- shower! It's good for you!

commentson 23 October 2003 : 18:26, kalida sez:

Return to her.

Your heart remembers.

Your pride surrenders.

Your freedom is an illusory price.

commentson 23 October 2003 : 18:47, mfb sez:

Great image of a wayward Aikido warrior waiting in the dark hours of the morning, impassive like a force of nature.

Man, you should be a superhero.

commentson 23 October 2003 : 18:51, Bob sez:

Wayward smelly Aikido warrior...

commentson 23 October 2003 : 20:25, Austin sez:

Anyone who knows a good apartment to rent in the Berkeley area, can rescue Justin from me and my many boxes. And, um, my cat.

commentson 23 October 2003 : 22:21, jon sez:

berkeley? apartment? uh, unless you're wealthy, get ready to become a festering sore on the life of justin as you take root.

commentson 24 October 2003 : 01:12, Carlo Suares sez:


Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

-- Christina Rossetti, 1861

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