Shine on, You crazy Diamond
Day ended on a nice note with my three friends calling up to ask(as they do every year, it seems), whether I had remembered to read up Tintern Abbey (that mighty poem of the worthy Wordswoth) on the eve of this July the 13th. Apart from that, visited dadu and stuffed myself on fried rice and chicken prepared by one who loves me a lot.
Haven't yet called potential employer. Will have to set up date for interview with another potential employer by tommorow.
My friend is on a ball, what with teaching French and dear A.da 'loose in the department', as she calls it.
And Syd Barrett died a few days ago. It shocks me to think that David Gilmore too won't be around at some point of time. there are some people whom you can't bear to imagine life without. My friend would say A.da. I agree.
Haven't yet called potential employer. Will have to set up date for interview with another potential employer by tommorow.
My friend is on a ball, what with teaching French and dear A.da 'loose in the department', as she calls it.
And Syd Barrett died a few days ago. It shocks me to think that David Gilmore too won't be around at some point of time. there are some people whom you can't bear to imagine life without. My friend would say A.da. I agree.
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alors, ce n'est pas grave. and have u memorised the poem yet or not/ and as for the crazy machinations of said three friends throughout day, best one did not ask...
why potential employer thingummy not yet called/alerted/notified/threatened?
right about my boy.
she calls him the 'boy'. i'd love the fils to come & take a look at this one. and get over thepoem, alright. there r limits to such childish obsessions. Really.
btw, this yeux bougeant tres vite thingy c'est l'ami de l'autre fils. and i'm sure this stupid code can be easily decoded. we shld really learn russian or sthng. no one i know knows russian. or better still, try nicholas, the friend i mean. but it'll be quite sthng to do that in writing. ah, the vagaries of the 'textual condition'!
j'irais emener tous ca chez toi, alors, et puis...
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