The sky was clear -- remarkably clear -- and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
There must be some kind of way out of here
Creeper. Suite 309 Maywood Beyond caring. Suite 309 Maywood Man Love. 74 Florence Judge a man by his shoes. Suite 309 Maywood The green room. 218 Dewey
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
T.S. Elliot, from Preludes
Creeper. Suite 309 Maywood
Beyond caring. Suite 309 Maywood
Man Love. 74 Florence
Judge a man by his shoes. Suite 309 Maywood
The green room. 218 Dewey
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