it's the only package you can bring / it's all that you can't leave behind
I'm on a writing binge again. I've (re)discovered the joys of writing for myself first. Right now, I'm working on a short piece of fiction, another good hardboiled story that I can feel already is coming out quite nicely. It may be a few more days, or maybe even weeks, before it's done, but it just clicks. I know I've broken the story's back.
Obvious | 8/23/2005 10:33:00 PM
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Name: Obvious
Location: Amtrak 500
Industry: Government / Academia
Occupation: Political Operative / Student
About Me: Smartass, grade-whore, troublemaker, agent provacateur, outcast, refuge, pin-puller, no-good hack.
See also: Sucker, Sap.
Because you can't stay away from blogging when it's free..
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost
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