Friday, March 6, 2009

found written on a card in my old artificial intelligence textbook

The compass in my head, it spins.
I know not where I am.
I've broken my glasses of comprehend.
I'm lost in a fuzzy land.
Spun and spun I swing my stick
trying to hit the bobbing XXXXX
hoping to someday connect and reap of the gifts within.

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