scholia 73

Solitude is the gift that leaves but noble few of us as ingrates.

eulogy for the nodes

8:35 express to flinders,nary a murmur nor whisper,we silent as cemetaryrightfully know:you don't disrespect the dead.

swanston st 3

Is it true as Chesterton says that the hammered mangod has more paradoxes and builds better roads, or is it just a fancy of the times that when she googles 'small SUV with style', she commands a quadrillion electrons who obey quite happily, and do they obey because they serve her or themselves?

swanston st 1

Two words worse than most,burn victim,or skin graft,or korean karaoke,and yet we have all threeparked on this corner of paradise,belting it out this quandong,skin all ripped rye rubber,why'd a sparkwhy'd a petroleumburn the doughboythe subway smelland the little neck bones on tramsof intimate motions,out of windows, into doorways,a sparrow whistle, a hullo,admiration, sweet denigration,my boy, …

scholia 85

Like tautology, revenge is needlessly reflexive, destroying its criteria of success in the pursuit of it.

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a letter to no one 7

I should return to you, the girl who is so eager for her indepedence and empowerment, what is so obviously yours. It is a fate, yours and mine. Though in this case mine is but an early casualty of yours, and we both know they'll be others, some a lot like me and others only …