Monday, August 16, 2004
And of course the comments still don't work. Well, we'll live without them, gang. To add substance to this post, here's some poetry from "Grim Fandango" I'd like to share.
It shone, pale as bone, as I stood there alone,
and I thought to myself how the moon
that night cast its light on my heart's true delight,
and the reef where her body was strewn.
It shone, pale as bone, as I stood there alone,
and I thought to myself how the moon
that night cast its light on my heart's true delight,
and the reef where her body was strewn.
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