Part-time prevaricator
This was the front of our wedding invitations:
…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, though his height be taken.
In case you’re worried that I was all squidgy and romantic, they said, inside, “RSVP or else”. You can do anything when you make your own invitations.
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Discovered in JennyHennyPenny’s Flickr photostream.
Drunk I got. Remember nothing after making out with Charlene on the dance floor do I. Ashamed I should be, think I.
But not as bad as they say is waking up in a ditch. Worse, it is.
So yesterday there were a bunch of people on campus, celebrating Earth Day. Today there was a sculpture left behind, and I can’t honestly tell if there’s a statement being made by the sculpture or not. It looks to my non-connoisseur’s eye like someone threw a bunch of small objects and bits of string in the air, and on the way down it all collided in such a way that the strings tied themselves around the objects. Then it all kind of landed on some twigs stuck in the ground. Sort of like a reversal of time’s arrow, a denial of entropy.
If I remember my camera tomorrow–and if someone hasn’t removed the art projects–I’ll take some photos, so you can see what I mean.