  I sent this to Curt after I found out of all that hd happened to him.... ... he plans to use it in a song, he loved it. It's the last stanza of a piece called 'Buddha in Glory' by Rainer Maria Rilke. -------------- Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed and growing sweet� all this universe, to the furthest stars and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead. it is late and i am jut blatently enjoying the fact i am alone in the house.
i didnt get SHIT done. blah. sleep calls. oh and i think i am in love with my history boy. :) heehee (whole story entirely regarding.... uhh.... he whos name m not going to mention, but what can i say, he thinks im awesome even though i skipped class today. and hes thinking about ditching the lecture and hitting up GTO. thats fucking right. im reading a book about "his thing" for him........ heehee) 
