Study. Study. Write. Sleep. Internet. Repeat. Eat sometimes. Bathe occasionally.
But ’midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world’s tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26.
margaret ashby, Mar 1, 2007:
grow a moustache for real already.
celebration chiasson., Feb 28, 2007:
that moustache is more my friend than you ever were, sir.
Javad, Feb 27, 2007:
George Ken Seben, I love you.