I don’t know why it is I’m still on the case
it’s a ravenous town
and you still refuse to be traced
seems to me such a waste
and every victory has a taste that’s bittersweet
and it’s your face I’m looking for
on every street
Welcome to my mind. It's not a safe place. Follow me or be lost. ...What the fuck was I thinking?
Bill Hicks
the sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing.
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“Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.”
― Anthony Liccione
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