| I Didn't Come Here to Die |
| Wednesday, April 05, 2006 |
When Long Division was on Myspace, she ran across a dead person's profile. It was kind of creepy reading the comments, ranging from "Hey man, let's parrrrtttyyy tonight" one day to "Oh, man, I can't believe you're gone; I know you're in a better place" the next day.
If you haven't heard by now, all of these dead Myspace profiles are on one site for you. MyDeathSpace.com includes the obituary and a link to the person's Myspace page. Have fun, kids!
Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month
"Friendship After Love"
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Song of the Day
"I Didn't Come Here to Die" by Spoon |
posted by pimplomat @ 1:50 PM  |
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I was listening to 'Lines In the Suit' when I read this post. I like Spoon. A lot.
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Do you still have an empty space for me in your top eight? It's like pouring some MD 20/20 on the curb, yo.
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Yeah, Kim! Get on myspace! And I like how your song correlated with the myspace death theme.
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that site really creeps me out.
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I was listening to 'Lines In the Suit' when I read this post. I like Spoon. A lot.