i have a thousand lp's sugar and you can still shut them up and down by earing a tragically cultish snip of soundtrack that is right now the only pleasing sound in this whole incredible arcade

i didn't sleep.
and everything is out of time-

maybe this is the dream...

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If anything could justify anarchism, it is the knowledge that the greatest artists toil in poverty, to enable a few dealers to grow rich after their deaths, and a few fanatics to hoard their works in warehouses. The most notorious vices are not so grotesquely irrational as this mania for hoarding, which, owing to it's apparent innocuousness, has ( Read more... )

you are my salvation

Since you have drunken up the drear
Death-darkened storm, and death

Is washed from the blue

Of my eyes, I see you beautiful, and dear.
Beautiful, passive and strong, as the breath

Of my yearning blows over you.

I see myself as the winds that hover
Half substanceless, and without grave worth.

But you
Are the earth i hover over. - DH.L

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laundry.

(the sheets).

it is
just

that.

when the train left the station
It had two lights on behind
Whoa, the blue light was my baby
And the red light was my mind

All my love was in vain

All my love's in vain