February 2012
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It doesn’t matter what people say about you as long as they say somethin’
– G.G. Allin (via junkies)
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January 2012
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Dream Song 29
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with...
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Dream Song 52
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while he was doing time down hospital and growing wise. He gave it the worst look he had left. Alone. They all abandoned Henry—wonder! all, when most he—under the sun. That was all right. He can't work well with it here, or think. A bilocation, yellow like catastrophe. The name of...