magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
'twas the night 'fore pharmaco, and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
hark! a voice breaks the stillness, tinged with insanity!
"how many drugs?!one-forty-three?!"
yes, my dear readers! count them and weep.
for this desperate poet, tonight holds no sleep.
coffee tomorrow, and lots of good luck;
pray esther shades darkly, otherwise i'm fucked.
+ fictions&fires
9:43 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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