July 2012
30 posts
Running
Swallowing the grimace
I’d humbly murder the truth
sternly and completely,
My Right-hand striking death
in a futile attempt to escape
the throes of pain
chasing me down the street.
My shins are screaming out
for me to stop
Stop STOP STOP!
But I trudge on,
under the eyes of God,
under the eyes of my ancestors
who are waiting for me to fall.
me: I like this character
character: *dies*
“The iPhone is not and never was a phone. It is a pocket-sized computer that...”
– John Gruber, looking back on five years of the iPhone.
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