Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
I spose you got a lessen up your slave.
Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?
He yelled at me in Greek,
my God!
Dogs fill daylight, doing each other ill:
my own in love was lugged so many blocks
we had to have a vet.
Honest & cruel, peace now to his soul.
Let all the flowers wither like a party.
I will deny the gods of the garden say.
I've had enough of this dying.
I can't say what I have in mind.
I hate the love of leaving it behind,
deteriorating & hopeless that.
We dream of honour, and we get along.
I am the enemy of the mind.
Now he has become, abrupt, an industry.
We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,we ourselves flash and yearn.
The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.
I had a most marvellous piece of luck.
Far, near,
the bivouacs of fear
Enjoyed they then an appearance of love & law.
Goodness is bits of outer God.
I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.
The name of this was freedom.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
A wrinkled peace to this good man.
The world is gradually becoming a place where I do not care to be anymore
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
It's golden here in the snow.
And moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly), Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources. I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Guess, who was the insect.
He'll be, with luck, there always.
I've hit my limit at 1.8 million users. This time I'm going to go for 10 million.
His soul is a sight.
However things hurt, men hurt worse.
Your face broods from my table, Suicide.
Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
The enemy are sick,
and so is us of.
No Christmas jaunts for fractured cats.
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