And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
July 25 2005, 17:41:12 UTC 6 years ago
please, please come back to lj again. it makes me sad that all the 'cool kids' have run off to myspace to never return. except for tristan, of course.
July 25 2005, 17:46:36 UTC 6 years ago
okay i will try to be more myspace-ish again. you should in turn try to be more instant messenger-ish