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I still have my little compact car. The heat shield on the catalitic converter is starting to make noises like a drunken drummer bashing trash cans.

I recently bought myself a nice hardback copy of the Lord of the Rings since the paperback books I've had since being a kid were giving up the ghost.

It's been awhile since I actually read the book. And it's true -- it is better than the movies.

I know a woman named Rita. She's a real bitch too.

E.E. Cummings

you are like the snow only
purer fleeter, like the rain
only sweeter frailer you

whom certain
flowers resemble but trembling(cowards
which fear
to miss within your least gesture the hurting
skill which lives)and since

nothing lingers
beyond a little instant,
along with rhyme and with laughter
O my lady
(and every brittle marvelous breathing thing)

since i and you are on our ways to dust

of your fragility
(but chiefly of your smile,
most suddenly which is
of love and death a marriage)you give me

courage
so that against myself
the sharp days slobber in vain:

Nor am i afraid that
this, which we call autumn, cleverly
dies and over the ripe world wanders with
a near and careful
smile in his mouth(making

everything suddenly old and with his awkward eyes
pushing
sleep under and thoroughly
into all beautiful things)

winter, whom Spring shall kill