Bill Hicks

the sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing.




Sonntag, 22. Juni 2014

Ever with thee I wish to roam–
Dearest my life is thine.
Give me a cottage for my home
And a rich old cypress vine,
Removed from the world with its sin and care
And the tattling of many tongues.
Love alone shall guide us when we are there–
Love shall heal my weakened lungs;
And Oh, the tranquil hours we’ll spend,
Never wishing that others may see!
Perfect ease we’ll enjoy, without thinking to lend
Ourselves to the world and its glee–
Ever peaceful and blissful we’ll be.
for edgar allan poe, from his wife (and cousin!) virginia clemm. penned on valentine’s day, 1846. 

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