Solitude is the gift that leaves but noble few of us as ingrates.
8:35 express to flinders,nary a murmur nor whisper,we silent as cemetaryrightfully know:you don't disrespect the dead.
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?
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, … Continue reading swanston st 1
Like tautology, revenge is needlessly reflexive, destroying its criteria of success in the pursuit of it.
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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 … Continue reading a letter to no one 7