My skin is smooth today. Tomorrow I will be faced with the decision of whether to shave again or not. Restore smoothness. Or leave rough. Then the next day. And the next.
Snow melts fast in the city. Good. If it stays too long, becomes black. When given choice between ugly and gone, always choose gone.
Great secret you never heard: meaning of life is beauty. Sublime beauty of impermanence. Special because never the same for too long. Never here for too long either. Die before life becomes ugly. Melt before turning black.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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