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The only light on is in my corner,
The rest of my room is in the dark.
Outside the world is shrouded in fog,
Long limbed shadows flicker outside.
I’m the only one alive, sitting here in the dark,
Except for the noisy ducks on the waters,
And the whispering ghosts.

Planning a solo trip to the desert soon. I'm plotting a course that might show me some new fossils. The desert here is full of early corals(a particular favorite) sponges, crinoids, gastropods, and tracks of worms and other wee beasties. It is awe inspiring to hold something in your hand that lived so many hundreds of millions of years ago. The desert is comparatively bland this time of year but its bare bones have an allure all their own. No (or at least few) blooms, but tiny plants are germinating ...

....I'll be sipping coffee in a coffee house alone with my book happy to be on a christmas brake... from school, not work. I finally finished my research and just need to have it proofread and than go over it and send it to my teacher..finido!!! very happy about finishing this class.

this sunday my brothers choir will have a concert and I'm of course gonna go, it's a pretty cool choir. they don't need to sing to be allowed in, you just need to come from the west side of Iceland and ...

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "oh here's a new blog post by DanielBenoit, I'm going to read it". No. Not until you've read the bottom post. If one of you walks out of the labyrinth, then you are permitted to enter this one, for it is of less importance.

Well, this time it's one single short story. An experimental one to say the least. The first half was written in the winter of '07 (you do the math) when I was fresh from my second reading of Ulysses (and you ...

For short-lived thrills and delights
Such madness to think they’re true at least
For deceptive misleading eye contacts
For all-for-nothing defiance of the orthodox
For hopes sensed to be false but still embraced and squeezed
til they’re crushed
For laboring to dig up that common rhythm
only to find a cavity

One of those fits of bitterness unveiled
Another trick of time
Oh please, spare me another ...