here is something
Fuck. This. Shit.
Yes.
not facial hair…not mustache…Beard…
Each day I get weirder and weirder…and the awkward moments and conversations keep piling up, and social skills going down. I sense early dementia.
I loled IRL
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Such characters in colour dim I mark’d
Over a portal’s lofty arch inscrib’d:
Whereat I thus: Master, these words import.
GPOYW 29th ed. - Riding the Metro North…