this world of cold stone gives nothing in return
to those who sleep while the restless burn
there are the few driven to flame
most are content to drown in the wake of dreams
the trail lies overground
across the years fade out of light
ever growing dim to an age in the dark
neurosis ftw.
EDIT: Also-- Pelican tomorrow night. can't fucking wait to...
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what do you do around these parts?
My boss currently sees me as useful if I'm there to tell her where to point and click (as she IGNORES me) when she's "updating the site".
It took her a SOLID week of work hours to do 2 pages. We aren't talking coding.
We're talking cut and past PLAINTEXT into a Dreamweaver template.
Just fucking shoot me!