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It never works. It doesn't work to just sit there and hate it. You have to do something about it. (shoebox)
It was raining, but now there's sun. I wish it hadn't stopped, so I could go lie on the roof and revel. You can't revel in the sun the same way.
These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall. (zep)
One theory assignment, another fifty pages of Thucydides, a few pages of Latin, a few pages to write about walking and life, a few hours to practice. Nothing terribly objectionable, but under the influence of a rainy bass line all work is futile. There is no one here. There is no one left. I could draw, I could read idly, I could sleep in the sun, if there is no rain. I could fly.
It was raining, but now there's sun. I wish it hadn't stopped, so I could go lie on the roof and revel. You can't revel in the sun the same way.
These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall. (zep)
One theory assignment, another fifty pages of Thucydides, a few pages of Latin, a few pages to write about walking and life, a few hours to practice. Nothing terribly objectionable, but under the influence of a rainy bass line all work is futile. There is no one here. There is no one left. I could draw, I could read idly, I could sleep in the sun, if there is no rain. I could fly.
