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Don’t tell Kaitlin cause I don’t think she wants to know that both her parents are fucking locked up.

  Flaubert clearly saw the real, the devastating emptiness of men’s hopes and dreams and aims and plans as they so often work out. What he did not always sufficiently convey directly in the path of realistic truthfulness is a … Continue reading →

  What matter if the snow Blots out the garden? She shall still recline Upon the scented balustrade And glow with spring.   — Li Po

I came to Surrealism at an early age and hence it sometimes seems old hat to me and even a trifle jejune — but every so often I read something that reminds me how fantastic it is — definitely my … Continue reading →

  If you find yourself chewing the memory card in your cellphone to destroy any record of your misconduct, something has gone terribly wrong with your character.   — Robert S. Khuzami     SEC Enforcement Director

I gave up married women ‘Cause I heard it was a sin But now I’m back in Pittsburgh I might take them up again – Elvis Costello 　 To be young and full of poison in streets raining strychnine, moving … Continue reading →

Within the Rapidly Degrading Tan Citation or Organ Sensation as a Tool of Natural Research   The Tattling Harlot: A Dialogue Between Bess O’Bedlam and her Brother Tom   We are the apes who dreamed and woke still dreaming. – … Continue reading →

Geez…if I’m going to be this busy I’d at least like to make a bunch a money in the process to repay me for so much time spent deprived of the privilege of communicating with you, dear reader, but the … Continue reading →

  Footprints by Conrad Ferdinand Meyer   It was in our youth. I brought you Back to the neighbors’ house, where you were visiting, Through the small wood. The mist was trickling, You pulled up the hood of your traveling … Continue reading →

  He who has thought deeply Loves what is most vital; He who has looked into the world Understands the nobility of youth, And wise men often incline Toward the beautiful at the last – Friedrich Holderlin   The only … Continue reading →