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Written by eric reymond
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Thursday, 11 January 2007 |
Living in the oughts, the deep-sixes, countless deep. All that is decimated already has a number, something you can count on, like “nasty, brutish, short.” Bomblets, terror --- Tuesday in September. A missing eleven, a small fraction of life, subtracted from Earth’s collateral. copyright, © 2007 Eric Reymond | |