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  1. Warmth flees from my aching edges, scraped raw and red by jagged planes fallen at odd angles.
  2. The air is cold and dry. It steals away breath, lending impatience to restless minds and creaking joints both. Winter is come.
  3. a thousand thousand blazing falling densities, masked by omnipresent rain that night to a thousand thousand fallings of dampness.
  4. There is a brilliant wind blowing today, strewn with pigeon droppings and cigarette ash - in it I can feel the living city.
  5. Four days of "very important" borientations have passed, interspersed with varying bits of debauchery. w00t retreat next!
  6. life passes like smoke from my cigarette drifting into last night.
  7. Sightseeing is a lot less fun when you're carrying over ten kilos of various electronics-related paraphernalia up a mountain. FYI.
  8. Life seems better when you stop crying, blow your nose, and head outside - lie against the cool damp grass and let the stars wheeling ab ...
  9. Gravitybound droplets streak down and swerve around my eyes, turned skyward under firs this cloud-fogged morning.
  10. Yesterday night's moon dreamt of autumn, a lovely suspension over a troubled bridge.
  11. the small fishes disappear time by time - months ago was the time of their dying, washed up in dull mucoid mats, a pelican's effluvium
  12. Held a dragonfly trembling, wings buzzing like a bee trapped in a forgotten canning jar. Gently, so gently, I let it vanish into yesterday.
  13. Hot, dry day - one that presses leaden weights into one's head and threatens to turn all passersby to leathered stretched-grin skeletons.
  14. Was startled by an ominous creaking from the storm-damaged maple over my head - but it was only a young woodpecker searching for dinner.
  15. There are some that say there is more beauty in the brief vanishing of yesterday's petalfall than in all the world's Acropoli combined.
  16. The sound of millions of thoughts jumbled and colliding and contradicting like a desecrated anthill - it's too overwhelming - too blue.
  17. Stars fall, luminescent edges trailing behind, onto carpet ripe for the tripping as their tenuous holds fail. They lie sharp and bitter ...
  18. The rhododendron outside the window, barren, embraces tentatively the sill only to be rebuffed. This summer night will pass lonely.
  19. The morning brews fresh and clear, wiping away all of last night's dreams and fears and memories of the penitent sleepers. Them I envy.
  20. Aaand now a toast, to celebrate another utterly awesome day of science! What can I say, I'm high on failure.