zk/diary/2005-05-13-08:32:39.md

%title [no subject] %date 2005-05-13 08:32:39 :diary:livejournal:fossils:

I'm not much of a talker, more of a listener. I guess I never ask, because there's really no point, other than to emphasize. And, I guess, there is underneath the sun nothing in true earnest done. Strength, light, release, softness, aww man... Thy will be done?

People in glass houses sink ships.