09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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I would love to make the Devil weep, if only I truly believed such a rogue existed; but how can something so tailored to 13th Century Europe’s concepts of ‘sin’ be anything more than the fever-dreams of sexually repressed, unwashed old men with bad teeth and syphilis?
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Louisa de Momand, marcel proust, quote unquote, spilling one's seed on the dusty ground, the joys of onanism
He who Louisa cannot win
No refuge has but Onan’s sin.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving; ‘tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Each kiss a heart-quake — for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckon’d by its length.
07 Sunday Feb 2016
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It is one thing to be possessed by a poet’s poem, it’s another thing entirely to be the poem that possesses the poet.
07 Sunday Feb 2016
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Pas dans les yeux!
Not in the eyes!
05 Friday Feb 2016
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If you were dying within three months,
who would you secretly want to seeand why?
“It will be all the people who’ve been waiting for me all this time, the patient ones, the ones I’ll finally get to see again. And I tell you this, when it’s your turn, I’ll be one of the patient ones waiting for you.” — quote unquote
05 Friday Feb 2016
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I’ve often lost myself —
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.
05 Friday Feb 2016
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To see you naked is to recall the Earth.
05 Friday Feb 2016
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But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
memories of my ghost sista 