Sunday, July 10, 2011
nick of sometime | a poem by a faust
Saturday, June 18, 2011
current by virtue of character
Monday, February 21, 2011
Faust's Poem to Anonymous, As It Should Have Been All Along
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
O Spirit of a Former Time
Monday, January 17, 2011
alliteration attempted | to MrHinkyDink
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
mycomments.anotherbloggersgooglehacking.post
Monday, December 13, 2010
mycomments.anotherbloggersgooglehacking.post
today i found http://keiths-proxy-server.appspot.com/. it appears to be hosted on google's dime. which makes it interesting, no?
googlebot signs in. also check out billbot. thank me later.
other observations: refcontrl works almost as good as curl. webdeveloper toolbar is more important to me (almost) than firefox because of how hard it rocks. nytimes is a greased -- uh, is a good place to cut ones teeth. science journals are the holy grail. and the new webcache.googleusercontent dealio actually makes things easier --
but wait theres the secret part!
or if you wont let the little would be geeklette's puny code thru, it is here. love to know yr responses, o original-poster & those whose eyes fall across these words....
well that's what i wrote. here's the page i commented on.
HELL I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH just put damn brackets around it
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Poem: Get Well Soon Lisa
Angles
(of me: are you:: of you: are me)
Lest we forget how fragile we are, how delicate the web of this life
is, (lest i forget) how connected and beautiful and
strange: i wake up to find that i am the eyes the hands
and the laptop keypad of this World.
Now is the only moment that's real
even now, this now, your now as you read and you think and you feel
listen and remember you are beautiful
star among stars, a stranger, another me still,
our being ourselves reflections more -- perfect -- than this ---
nothing real can be threatened; Nothing unreal exists.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Untitled (three cherubs and a structure to our world: wtf)

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