Oh Bowie, why are you so epically great? I love you.
Too many to choose from, here's a personal favorite.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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