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"SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love. Sell me dried wood that has ached with passion clutching the knees and arms of a storm. Sell me horsehair and rosin that has sucked at the breasts of the morning sun for milk. Sell me something crushed in ( Read more... )

O Hell.
i am no intellectual.
i wish i was that.
i wish i was an genius.
let me devote my diary to ruminations.
i get the inspiration grip. i get the claw, and that clutch of thoughts.
but my intellect is nothing.
& i despair.

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http://myweb.worldnet.net/~lolgehel/miss_tic/photos/olopherne/index_olopherne.html

http://home.worldnet.fr/~lolgehel//miss_tic/miss_tic.html

nasty water from tap smells like a swimming pool.

oh.
am losing my mind!
yes. who cares?

it might be : she considered age. closing the volume,/ forgetting the marked word,/ thinking (only) of rest,
tipped the wine into her throat, and
before morning warmed the house
wrapped in frost,
turning,
turned her back to us