It's 8:30 a.m. Grey, but it smells damn nice outside after a spring rain. Springes to catch woodcocks. I thought I was a more substantial presence in this world.
I do thinks this be a goodeth article on the hazaards and problemes afacin' universities aujourd'hui. I done read it in the NY TIMES. I did.
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this image distresses me and leaves me with foul dreams in the night
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