"I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I'm not in good enough shape to take on America. I'm not up to America. I want to stay here, and see how it all turns out, and write it down. I don't want to go. But I'm going. Not even I could live with myself if I stayed. Besides, there is a sky up there that looks like a beach and I mean with white sand and blue ocean and helixed volleyballs and cummulus putti exploding out of the surf. Good for flying. Maybe good for love."--- London Fields
I've broken the first blogging rule and written a post for family/friend. apparently. happy birthday.
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