February 2010
January 2010
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I’m never bored, I just feel so utterly useless,
God gave me five hours to build a solitary fortress.
but i’m shoeless, i’m naked, i’m incapable of hatred.
the space between my fingers has no meaning,
no longer a purpose.
My hands are of no substance without yours in them.
I think, I think,
I’d be better off without them.
R.I.P J.D Salinger
