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You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim
The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said
The eye is the organ of vision, and the third eye is no exception to that. Open it and it sees, close it and it doesn’t. Most people have a third eye but they don’t trust it. That wasn’...
You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s… Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeles… you need to sleep.
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,
When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison
The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,
I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons