because
ContentWith blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...
Arthur Rimbaud
xxxxxx
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You fill your day, most of the time, by being in the washing machine of your own mind, thinking “what’s this, when does it stop, am I enjoying it, I don’t know, oh it’s time to go to sleep, I can’t, I’m worried.”
- Dylan Moran
xxxxxx
--
You fill your day, most of the time, by being in the washing machine of your own mind, thinking “what’s this, when does it stop, am I enjoying it, I don’t know, oh it’s time to go to sleep, I can’t, I’m worried.”
- Dylan Moran
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