That moment which you come to terms of how insignificant you really are is that moment when you become no longer insignificant.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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