...self-feeding despondency....

非(hi)
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 " backward and forward, eternity is the same; already we have been the nothing we dread to be. "
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c.wu
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...these eyes, 

these glances alone
are worthy of noting death...

...only they
can proclaim
all the pains of the world,
and keep God’s secret
eye to eye with the lynching mob.

                                              -Pilinszky -

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a.tristante

...we do not obey your day...

a.lupton
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“It is by invisible hands that we are bent and tortured worst.”
                                                                                                                                                 - nietzsche-

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e.cánovas

  "We're never the same at night,"

                            said Mark Twain. 

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d.hockney

Breaking up with Myself                

    Dear Myself,                                                          
    It’s not you, it’s me                                                
    (But you are me, so it sort of is you)                     

    Dear Myself,                                                          
    I’m tired of fighting                                                
    I always come crawling back, but not this time    
    We’re growing apart                                              

    Dear Myself,                                                         
    I need to find myself                                             
    Not you                                                                  
    A new myself                                                         
    A better one                                                          
                                                                                   
    I’m shedding you like reptilian skin                     

    Dear Myself,                                                        
    I know we got kicked around                               
    but you didn’t have to take it out on me              
    and beat me blue                                                  
    and senseless                                                       
    every                                                                    
    fucking                                                                 
    night                                                                     

    Dear Myself,                                                        
    I drown you in whiskey                                         
    but I always wake up with you the next morning 
    I need space                                                          

    Dear Myself,                                                        
    I’m a different person now                                   
    I’ve moved on                                                       
    We’re done.                                                          
                                                                                   
    (Apart from the occasional fling)                         

                                                                                  

(Source: benedictsmith)

pallid premonition

a.kanevsky
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... to go into foul water when it is the water of truth...
                                                                                                             - nietzsche-
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s.wrigh

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... there is no objective flow of time...
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... the joy that destroys...

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....my heart bathes in a black mud of my thoughts
     in profound numbness
      and one incarnadine drop of wine...

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soey milk

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...the atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the 
distillation, it is odorless, 
It is for my mouth forever...

                                                                 w.whitman
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a.wan

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...collect evidence of euphoria...

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c.roset

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...breathe I say inside my head,

which is where I store thoughts for the winter...

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excuse me, we are nuns by carabella sands

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...to protect women who can’t stand in a room

holding hands because you can’t trust

heterosexuals to love love, however

it comes.

Bob Hicok

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            ...and then we killed all the mermaids...              

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...we are woven together in the air...

r.van kirk
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"Who has seen what is concealed in their rooms' shadows?
Who has looked to see if upon their beds there is a pillow?
Who has seen what they are, the sad people of Pest?"
d. Kosztolányi-



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a.vergnano

" friendly in the knife-edged moment "

ericailcane