February 2012
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On n’est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans. - Un beau soir, foin des bocks et de la limonade, Des cafés tapageurs aux lustres éclatants ! - On va sous les tilleuls verts de la promenade.
Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin ! L’air est parfois si doux, qu’on ferme la paupière ; Le vent chargé de bruits - la ville n’est pas loin - A...
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January 2012
21 posts
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Ada or A Door; a novel by Vladimir Naboknob
I should not be allowed to make puns
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why doesn’t anyone want to go on walks through the cemetery with me
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“The truth is that everyone is bored.”
– The Plague, Albert Camus (via hudafukru)
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December 2011
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“When the sky appears in pain
and sunset no more than a wound
what are the...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via wastrelle)
the cinnamon peeler's wife: Spent the morning... →
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Spent the morning drawing piss-stained homeless men in cafés and reading Written on her body by Winterson and Dumas (a long awaited read). Writing for myself and for others and writing for people who don’t know I’m writing to them is something I like to do in the tender world of the private…
“I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash...”
– “The Art of Drowning” by Billy Collins (via clavicola)
drinking cranberry juice is like drinking liquified garnets
November 2011
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all at once I feel very ill
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“Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows;...”
– Rene Magritte