tired of yourself and all of your creations

“Now when all of the bandits that you turned your other cheek to

All lay down their bandanas and complain

And you want somebody you don’t have to speak to

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?”

Bob Dylan

“My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding…”

Song of Solomon 2,14

I’m blogsick, I wish I’d never write you, my fading picture

letters and pixels

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