cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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the flaming butterfly poised between the jaws of the lion.
if i did not dare to enter the building, filled as it was with a solemn shadow on his face when he found that none of the masses and all of a sudden he found himself, not in the air of that room a certain faint perfume that he knew, that recalled her to his mind with marvellous vividness?

spend all you have been, or could be.

i've got some real pretty ones in this box...

'The BaRge she sat iN, like a BURNished throNe
BURNT oN the water: the POOP was BeateN gold,
PURPle the sails and so PUR* Fumed that * per
The wiNds were love-sick with them.'

they sat down to the subway

he trembled to think that he can't take care of himself in a given instance

maybe the problem is me
but i won’t make believe
and i can’t take this mediocrity
what if this is a comedy or a tragedy.

nothing profound to say.
tell me all that you've thrown away.
some truths.
because i've got to be somethin better than
in the middle

"don't be silly, i'm sure you're a little crazy"

you basically have all the vices of a philosopher.

"you believe that the disease is without danger, and you take to yourself the right to expose your wife to what you call pythagoreanism, isn't it? if i haven't forgotten my philosophy."

the expression of relief on his face that he watched the dawn, showing that he grasped the awful meaning of this speech, full of the holy ghost and wisdom, whom we may appoint over this business.
Tags: crazy mix-em-ups, philosophy
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