@Niloodian

A profund melancholy suddenly hit me. What precious memories were left imprisoned in these vessels, never to be shared anymore?

Surely one knew the soothing smile of the beloved. Surely one contemplated the grandeur of the sea.

Surely one
experienced the
sadness
of a

lost

            friendship.

You may kill the senses, but the pulse of desire always will remain.

“Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.”

ART EVERYWHERE

ART EVERYWHERE

ART EVERYWHERE

ART EVERYWHERE

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Anon: Hey 6529, what's up? 6529: SEIZE THE MEMES OF PRODUCTION!

Anon: WHY?

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6529: Memes are how societies organize themselves across large groups.

...those who control the best memes, control societal resources.

Anon: SEIZE THE MEMES OF PRODUCTION ✊

sorry, my muse can't be bought or sold...(6529 is still waiting to speak to a manager)

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cuz i'm an i Lan boi, and i been tryn to amaze, oh im an i Lan boi...

There is much I owe to those I do not love. The relief in accepting they are closer to another. Joy that I am not the wolf to their sheep. My peace be with them for with them I am free, and this, love can neither give, nor know how to take. I don't wait for them from window to door. Almost as patient as a sun dial, I understand what love does not understand.

                                                                                     I forgive
                         what love would never have forgiven
                                    Between rendezvous and letter
                                                                no eternity passes
                                                   only a few days or weeks
                 My trips with them always turn out well
                                                              Concerts are heard
                                                       Cathedrals are toured
                                                    Landscapes are distinct
                        And when seven rivers and mountains
                                                                   come between us
                                       they are rivers and mountains
                                                well known from any map

It is thanks to them that I live in three dimensions, in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space, with a shifting, thus real, horizon. They don't even know how much they carry in their empty hands. 'I don't owe them anything', love would have said on this open topic.

I'm wide awake