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Friday, November 25, 2022

DAY 177.1 | 乾杯. 乾

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AnonymousNovember 25, 2022 at 11:31 PM
nice one, can i have him please?
thx for posting,
Peter
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We all like to think...

"We all like to think that we have some control over the events in our lives, and a lot of the time we can fool ourselves into thinking that we really are in charge. But then something happens to remind us that the world runs by its own rules and not ours and that we're just along for the ride."

— Allie Keys

I've got to tell you...

I've got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death

in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes

I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine

although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is crowded and I stand rattling my keys the car is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone

Last night the stars were numerous and today snow is their calling card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is

when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

― Frank O'Hara, Lunch Poems

Los pensamientos que nos enloquecen...

Los pensamientos que nos enloquecen con la peor de las locuras siempre llegan poco a poco y como sin sentir, como sin sentir invade la niebla los campos, o la tisis los pechos. Avanza, fatal, incansable, pero lenta, despaciosa, regular como el pulso.

― Camilo José Cela, La familia de Pascual Duarte

A man...

A man was the cause of it. An unarmed man with a weapon.

― Frank O'Hara, Lunch Poems

Followers

You know in cartoons...

"You know in cartoons, the way someone can run off a cliff and they're fine, they don't fall until they look down? That's the secret of life. Never look down. But it's more than that. It's not just about not looking. It's about not ever realizing that you're in the middle of the air and you don't know how to fly."

— Allie Keys

Cabine

"Rappelez-moi d'une cabine qui fonctionne !"

- Thérèse, Le Père Noël est une ordure

Ya sé que le gustan...

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Tarie la source

nul voyage au débouché
de la nuit
aumône refusée
mon amour décomposé
n'aura duré qu'une saison
même pas
quelques jours enfermés
dans le ciel de ses yeux
l'amour n'aura duré
que le temps d'inscrire
sur la paroi du silence
un nom déjà fané
à quoi bon continuer
rien n'avance
rien ne change
la multitude du désespoir
campe sous mes paupières
encore une fois j'ai échoué
distrait par le froid et les larmes
encore une fois
j'ai fait entendre ma voix
dans le galop de la détresse
et rien ne bouge
rien ne s'illumine
la fête est finie
tarie la source
l'heure est venue de disparaître
à jamais
toujours vaincu
solidaire des désastres
et des écroulements
il est temps d'interrompre
le vol silencieux du sang
dans mes veines
il est temps
de joindre l'ombre et la glace
de s'enfoncer sans hésiter
dans le dédale de l'oubli

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