Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer’s ink.
~ Albert Camus
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Daily Archives: January 4, 2006
Lyric Fragment
He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Nowhere Man by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney
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