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Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S Elliot.

but love without pain isn't really romance.
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Sunday, December 31, 2006 /11:19 PM





i'm one of those who reflect back on 2oo6 and wonder.


what the hell happened?


and heard there's another death in the family. why is it death after death plaguing my family.


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