December 2010
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Slow Movement
All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams: All those treasures—I hold them in my hand—are straining continually Against the sides and the lid and the two ends of the little box in which I guard them; Crying that there is no sun come among them this great while and that they...
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A DISTORTED REALITY IS NOW A NECESSITY TO BE FREE.
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I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She...
– An Eastern Ballad - Allen Ginsberg (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)