How time flies.
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There is no need for earth.
( Private to self. )
Here they talked of revolution! Here it was they lit the flame! Here they sang about 'tomorrow'! And tomorrow never came.
Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.
THIS IS A CRITIQUE OF THE TIMES.
But all I need you to tell me is: WHY.
A & Ω.
And to think I used to be a permanent fixture.
( Private to self )
At least my camera still works
And my theremin
Found them exactly where I left them
Naturally enough
( Private to self. )
In other news someone was kind enough to slip a polaroid under my door
Along with a strange drawing of heretofore unidentified origins & nature
I guess the neighbours missed me
At least my camera still works
And my theremin
Found them exactly where I left them
Naturally enough
( Private to self. )
In other news someone was kind enough to slip a polaroid under my door
Along with a strange drawing of heretofore unidentified origins & nature
I guess the neighbours missed me
a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me--
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other's each
ee cummings
( Private to self ) sneak under your bed while you lie there awake, panting, and on fire - thinking thinking thinking thinking - waiting waiting - for nothing - dying dying dyring dying - disappearing inch by inch into ( Private to self )
( Private to self ) past the inky trees where perfectly candied hearts and tongues hang, dripping with icicles, waiting to be picked, until you fall into the blue-black nothing and dissolve and ebb away like diamond sands and children's laughs.
( Private to self )
All life is ill-fated.
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
Edgar Allen Poe
knocked living the hell out of me--
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other's each
( Private to self ) sneak under your bed while you lie there awake, panting, and on fire - thinking thinking thinking thinking - waiting waiting - for nothing - dying dying dyring dying - disappearing inch by inch into ( Private to self )
( Private to self ) past the inky trees where perfectly candied hearts and tongues hang, dripping with icicles, waiting to be picked, until you fall into the blue-black nothing and dissolve and ebb away like diamond sands and children's laughs.( Private to self )
All life is ill-fated.
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—