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Friday, July 25, 2008 @ Friday, July 25, 2008
A Sorta Fairytale

well, i'm back to blogging and i shall post when i have something to say.

till then.


Then he read aloud:"The library smells like old books-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds." Mr. Brown paused and glanced up at the room, but especially at James for one moment. "I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presence in the empty chair beside m. The librarian watches me suspiciously. But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers." Mr. Brown paused as he stared at the page, and then read, "Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like-" Here Mr. Brown paused again. "Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. I smell mold, I hear the clock ticking, I see an empty chair. Ask me now and I'll say this is just a place where you can't play music or eat. She's gone. The library sucks."

Wahh.. A Certain Slant Of Light is pretty good. i shed a couple of tears at the end, i think i always do that when i'm done reading a good book.


Later Alligator.