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laptop in a coma

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back in a few weeks

reciprocal vagary - It was in the solemn and still darkness of the audience, watching the enrapture of blind Othello, when she leant over and kissed me full on the lips. At first I was irritated at the distraction and in the confusion of her hot lips and the warm darkness of her face full in mine and the figureless voice of Iago loud in my ears. ( Read more... )

for this naked mind there is no merit gilding its art
but the flag of wind wrapping about the body,
proceeding blind and blind redeeming,
hinting at the ear what the eye cannot see.
uninked signatures speaking slow
from matter such as stones does flow
echoes in the mind that grow.

and so back to london
and i'll need a new poet to read. any ideas?

dormant crown of the moved - behind her head, a web cobbed about the chandeliers, the weave of glass fiborously with-holding the electric light, wreathing it through the strings of veils, her hair full and dark and silhouetting against the unbreathing beads. Into the darkness my thoughts flow, and flowing from the light the forming of dreams where ( Read more... )

i am thirsting for new experiences and don't know where to look for them and even if i did i would not know how to instigate them nor in which manner to exploit them or...
so i retire to the book under the dim lamp and strain my eyes in the half light listening to the taxis purr underneath my window.

Lean youth ravished leaves here a husk-shell, the fruit mere starch stains in the casket, residues by the rind, and perfumes that trophy on the air. That which teemed into the tongue tastes no more of tender days nor blushes with the rush of perfect red through delved russetvein. The Lust is liage atop a heavily purple bruise, the sabled gules of ( Read more... )