The party is dissolved Feathers are just as fragrant. And like my military brother in Cannes reports Elsie wears local leather jackets and stays up all night The girl and I were on vacation on our way home All governments were out The salt water hit the bottom of the sand It was full of people who don't understand Why did we decide to stay away from the war? Their anxiety drove us out of town Areas to where old houses can be built ...
This means that it will rain in Turkey He opened his mouth and stood up That means doing everything Rejoice until you die They say it's amazing (Oh, you're amazing) No, it's stupid (Sorry, I refuse now) I have no account called Texas And it is like a lot of cold water Everywhere else (Oh, but that is OK)
I listen to cars, trains, floods, thinking at sea ~ I know the sound of diesel, chains, and anchors, thinking the sound of love ~ I liked to swim in a sinking car, and leave friends I knew ~ Do not shake the handle lightly, cover with water as you wish
Bring waves to your lips ~ Wealthy men are dancing in a metal cave with Red Coral Sister Eddie ~ Many...
The first time we meet my heart leapt. It was an instant and deep attraction. I like you a lot, I think you are super. In the moments since we met I have cried a lot,
said the mystery. Have you seen that book about the past? Let it go. Change the focus. Make sure you always remember why though. Move forward. I always try. The wounds go. Back and forth, they leave parts of themselves behind and take parts of ourselves with. But never the greater. Thinking of you. Love you. Let yourself be in good condition, if possible. It is important to understand how. It is not...
They tell me in my wake: "You and the world where you live are just grains of sand on the endless shore of the endless sea." In my dream I tell them: "I am the boundless sea and all the worlds are just grains of sand on my shore."
We fled, wandering, the longing of creatures at sea for thousands of years, until the wind in the woods gave us words. And now, we must express our futurity using all our yesterdays' voices.
I once filled my hand with rage. Then I opened it and there was nothing left but fog. But I heard an exceeding song of sweetness
Assume fantasy to be the logical climate, since, though life does not always imitate art, it so swiftly sometimes can. According to the Memories of the Future D. H. Lawrence, ‘We have to drop our manner of finish, and allow the mind to move in clusters of images. Our idea of time has crippled our consciousness cruelly’. The end of history means to end history, the persistence of (common) error, the adherence to the barometer of the contemporary politic, the insisting on a big something being the end-all of be-all.
You've known this feeling for a long time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks on end you think you've got it licked– but then it hits again like a tsunami. It conveys the message, direct and personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost, That Everything is compromised, That Nothing was ever right, not even from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the wonder, All the Hope Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy, Everyone you know thinks you need...