/* March 21, 2005 */
/* Been pacing up and down whispering to a creature that isn't there; not like someone inside my head (although going in that direction gets very Jungian very fast), just as if this creature were there. Heh. It shares a name with my soul, I suppose:
magnificat anima mea
... cat anima mea
... anima mea
... nima me...
... ma me ..
... maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Sounds like a sheep on a life support machine. Baaaaaaaaaaaah.
Trees stand guard against the evening sky. Somewhere, Jung is laughing uproariously. */
magnificat anima mea
... cat anima mea
... anima mea
... nima me...
... ma me ..
... maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Sounds like a sheep on a life support machine. Baaaaaaaaaaaah.
Trees stand guard against the evening sky. Somewhere, Jung is laughing uproariously. */
