April 2010
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The waitress brought me another drink.
She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her. ”Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me. ”The big show is inside my head,” I said.
it's 2010
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and I’m old as fuck.
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Sylvia Plath, Sharon Butala and Hildegard of Bingen are occupying a table at La Dolce Vita in the shelbourne plaza. It is early march in Victoria; the three are taking a break from their writing to talk about their lives and about the nature of confession in literature. You buy coffee and a roasted yam and goat cheese sandwich and listen in. What are they saying?
When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and...
– Buddha (via alabasteralabaster, oceanofmind)
CLXXVII
Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her! Ye Elements! - in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted - can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
CLXXVIII
There is a pleasure in the...
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I am not talking to anyone or responding to anyone’s calls or texts until I am...
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