Room 101

The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

Name:
Location: Near a big city, New York

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Magnificent Poetry

And through the window in the wall
Comes streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning


Anyone care to identify that sublime snippet?


An equally beautiful evocation of an almost identical image:


...And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses



I'm sure you all know that one.

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