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"I think your hair would be a great guy to marry." -Aubree, 11/27/2004
Life is a series of gains and losses. Or perhaps a sequence of matrices of gains and losses. Gained: Some sweet henna, paycheck, new lighters, a comb, and three soundtracks on vinyl: the original Chicago, Guys & Dolls, and Star Wars. But no turntable. It was on hold for someone else.
Lost: It Never Rains (On Monitor Hill). This comic has been one of the most beautiful things I know of, and it's sad to see it go. I'll be downloading the archives to CD before the site drops, but. Though I can understand. I loved it, but it was never mine, and I can and have to let it rest.
But I will have those archives, you understand. Just because no one believes Greek mythology anymore doesn't make Greek mythology not worth knowing.
"And you remember how you found the key to his hideout in the Pyrannies. But you wanted to keep it secret, safe, so you threw the key away." Ironic that as I was writing this, that line, maybe the best lyric about loss that I know, should play. "This is the story of your gypsie uncle."
But I retain much. Much that is dear to me. For that, I am thankful.
Plus, this henna is pretty awesome.
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