December 2010
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wrap your troubles in dreams
wrap your troubles in dreams
send them all away
put them in a bottle
and across the sea they’ll stay
speak not of misfortune
speak not of your woes
just steel yourself for holy death
crouching by the door
writhe and sway to music’s pain
searing with asides
caress death with a lover’s touch
for it shall be your bride
slash the golden whip it snaps
‘cross...
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venus-as-a-boy:
“The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.” — Samuel Beckett
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