In a wife I would desire
What in whores is always found
The lineaments of Gratified desire.

no, i'm not dead. & apparently, william blake isn't dead, either.

I AM PERSEPHONE UNVEILED & I NEED SOMEONE TO OPEN MY BOTTLE OF AQUA PANNA DAMNNIT.

I AM THE GOD OF OBSCURE BALKAN LITERATURE

"But surely I don't have cancer? Doctor? Surely I don't have cancer?" Pavel Nikolayevich asked hopefully as he gently rubbed the right side of his neck, where the angry swelling seemed to be growing day by day , stretching the unoffending white skin ( Read more... )

Allegro mi sembrava Amor tenendo
Meo core in mano e ne le braccia avea
Madonna involta in un drappo dormendo.
Poi la svegliava, e d'esto core ardendo
Lei paventosa umilmente pascea
Appreso gir lo ne vedea piangendo.

Flagrant displays of hubris are the telltale signs of petulant self-appointed gods.

...& i'll even develop stockholm syndrome, just for you.