Thursday, January 13, 2011


By a route obscure and lonely,
haunted by ill angels only,
when at Eidolon, named night,
On a black throne reigns upright,I have reahed these land but lately,
From an Ultimate Thule-
from a wild wretched clime, that lieth, sublime,

Out of Space- out of Time

(Edgar Allen Poe)


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