February 2012
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mirrorlicker:
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap Wells like tears, like the Water striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy greens. Years later I Encounter them on the road—— Words dry and riderless, The indefatigable hoof-taps. While From the bottom of the...
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Shut your eyes and see.
– James Joyce, Ulysses (via fishingboatproceeds)
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i-m-just-asking asked: who your favourite scientist?
chroniclesoftriteness asked: attends je reviens, je vais me péter le bide à la raclette. tmtc.
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