and if i plow the fields now that don't gaurantee plentiful harvest, but starving artists die. -aesop rock
but if i die tomorrow the fields are left to rot
and my starvation was all for naught.
organic matter redistributed,
and a quarter billion switches in a silicon chip.
only an idea has the capacity to outlive me.
but if i die tomorrow the fields are left to rot
and my starvation was all for naught.
organic matter redistributed,
and a quarter billion switches in a silicon chip.
only an idea has the capacity to outlive me.
bathory:
the quickest comment on my journal yet! you win! and your right. thanks.