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“You know what happens when you dream of falling? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.” ― Neil Gaiman
Updated Sep 21, 2023
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.”
Updated Sep 11, 2023
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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...
Updated Aug 9, 2023
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