After one has abandoned a belief in god, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption. Wallace Stevens, Adagia |
Ha! The King's lapdogs are already paying for their own downfall! |
I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm,
And yet it brings the storm to bear,
I twang it out and leave it there.
i saw my old shrink in the park. she asked how i was, knowing. i started to reply, then just said it's complicated before her expression grew vague. |
man i'm in deep trubble. |
most kids love me, but it's that one who cringes in fear that gets me. |
i've seen fear open and close people, and i felt the open ones made a choice. |
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