Once, I tried writing a whole bunch of sentences that I didn't think anyone had said before. Then I realized that I was only writing things that had never been written. Only the wind knows what's been uttered, and that scamp's too unreliable to listen to.

I know.

I've tried it.

5th September 2011

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Drench, permeate, fill and pervade this body itself with zest and ease that are born of contemplation.

Drench, permeate, fill and pervade this body itself with zest and ease that are born of contemplation.

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