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Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
29: how to fight loneliness
selfportrait, may 2011
How to fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth to meaningless
And sharpen them with lies
And whatever is going down
Will you follow around
That's how you fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth to meaningless
And sharpen them with lies
And whatever is going down
Will you follow around
That's how you fight loneliness
You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke
And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you'll ever need
That's how you fight it.
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke
And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you'll ever need
That's how you fight it.
Just smile all the time.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
27: where the wild roses grow
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
25: I think I need a new town
I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep—leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.
West with the Night, Beryl Markham
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
24: time to love
What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
22: werewolf
In a dream I was a werewolf
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of rain sang
Ridding my heart of mortal fight.
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of rain sang
Ridding my heart of mortal fight.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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