"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Honour to the Lincoln green!

Dreamed last night that I was Little John in some fucking odd variation on Robin Hood, in which the Maid Marian burned to death in a tavern fire.

What the shit?

(Title from John Keat's Robin Hood, to a Friend, not his best stuff.)

October 26, 2004 11:09 AM
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That shit is crunk, yo.

Posted by: DinoNeil at October 27, 2004 5:38 PM

Word up, my jigga.

Posted by: bda at October 27, 2004 7:25 PM
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