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A
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humour
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"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Love and hate
Trade places
So very swiftly.
like they were caught
in an elevator door
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Never realising the change
until the end begins
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like a shade
he wanders Paris by night
Remember,
a little calculation
goes a long way
A little rough calculation
evens out a pace
A little distance
smoothes a wist
Prohibition Day
And, a long story
pays out in claims
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
She beckons himOriginally Posted by Modigliani
a memory from a dream
Her eyes
penetrate
the depths
of my soul
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
shrouds of cigarette smoke
follow in his wake
blue the coils
like the mantle of disquiet
As ambiguous a smile as the Mona Lisa
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
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The rain, fingers trailing over skin.
Cover me.
"do not forget me"
she whispered...
long forgotten.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
Hail King...
Head off!...
Anarchy!
A brief history.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
Sunday
arguments resolved
beautiful dresses
then Monday comes
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
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