December 2011
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Solitude: so fulfilling that the merest rendezvous is a crucifixion.
– Emil Cioran
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If disgust for the world conferred sanctity of itself, I fail to see how I could...
– Emil Cioran
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Ash Wednesday pt. I
Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign? Because I do not hope to know again The infirm glory of the positive hour Because...
2-3 week tmbling hiatus; Poland, Germany. Will hopefully discover more new cool shit to share… have a good December everyone.
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You like it under the trees in autumn, Because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves And repeats words without meaning.
In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon—
The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of things that would...
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Thanks to the hundred plus people that for some reason now “follow” me/ have enjoyed the past 2 months worth of me posting my (and I quote) spooky bullshit. I made a twitter on which I will continue to behave as such. https://twitter.com/mediumtedium
(The semester has ended, as if I didn’t already spend a detrimental amount of time on the internet.)