February 28, 2004

  • I am perfectly imperfect and on the verge of wilding into a cavern called Oblivion.  And in this cavern there is a chasm.  I see the edge.  I teeter.  I fall in.  And I understand:


    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure-dome decree :
    Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
    Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea    .


    Down to a sunless sea indeed.   Ah, but you say: “A pleasure dome, a pleasure dome!”


    But not by anybody’s chinny-chin-chin will it let me in.  Damn Kubla Khan and his private club klan.  I’m stuck on the shore of a lifeless sea with no option but to form my own decree.  So decree I shall, undaunted by this minor setback.  More to follow.


      --nfp, reporting from Oblivion

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