From 9fce418b46c9f0894f429384ef9e3dabaeffbeb4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:36:17 -0700
Subject: Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile
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+---
+title: I wanted to tell you something
+genre: verse
+
+id: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something
+toc: "I wanted to tell you something"
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    class: autocento
+...
+
+| I wanted to tell you something in order [to][]
+| explain the way I feel about the [Universe][],
+| its workings, etc.  But I couldn't [yesterday][]
+| ---I'm sorry---I wanted only to [ball][]
+| myself up and cry all day.  It was the [sixteenth][]
+| day in a row this happened to me, and to [be][]
+
+| more than two weeks waiting to cry is,
+| especially when, the whole time, I wasn't able to,
+| absolutely horrible.  It was no sweet sixteen,
+| I'll tell you that much.  Unless at yours, the Universe
+| kept telling you to quit having such a ball
+| and that you should have died, like, yesterday.
+
+| At first, it feels like you're winning---that yesterday
+| you really were meant to die, but since you still _are_,
+| you beat the system somehow.  But the Universe bawls,
+| "No, I meant you should've crawled into
+| a hole and fucking _died_!"  And then the Universe
+| punches you right in the gut, something like sixteen
+
+| times, and all you can think is, "Some sixteenth
+| birthday!  Maybe I will go die in a hole."  Yesterday,
+| at times like this, is a luxury the cruel Universe
+| refuses to give you.  This is when it's a pain just to _be_,
+| when that Marvell line about "[rolling our stuff into one ball][Marvell]"
+| just seems glib, when you don't want one body, let alone two.
+
+| Something else that may come as a surprise to
+| you: over the past more-than-a-fortnight, these sixteen
+| days, I've had nothing to eat but crackers and a cheese ball.
+| (That's not entirely true---yesterday
+| I had some candy, peppermints and Jujubes.)
+| Maybe this is why I'm so mad at the Universe---
+
+| because all it has ever wanted, this Universe
+| that gave me life, fed me from its breast til I was two,
+| and even before that, made a place in which I could be---
+| all it's wanted was for me to take the sixteen
+| steps to sobriety, fold the Eight-Fold Path over yesterday
+| and step around it lightly, as I would an exercise ball,
+
+| but the problem is, dear Universe, there's no way I could be
+| something as hard as all that, to wake up yesterday
+| morning, stretch over my sixteen selves, bound out like a ball.
+
+[to]: poetry-time.html
+[Universe]: initial-conditions.html
+[yesterday]: exasperated.html
+[ball]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[sixteenth]: sixteenth-chapel.html
+[be]: love-as-god.html
+
+[Marvell]: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
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