hysteria

[open_error]

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling

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[sl0w__hands]

weird. emily and i just read this poem outside today.

[open_error]

no shit. I just looked through one of my T.S. Eliot books the other day and found a piece of paper with this copied on it, because I loved it so much. Four Generations is still consistently blowing my mind.

[draggskelter]

AHHHHHHHH! i love this. so good.

[beautynotfound]

T.S. Eliot is a genius pen-master.