December 2011
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“We’re all dreamers; we don’t know who we are.
Some machine made us; machine of...”
–
Louise Glück, “Mother and Child” (The Seven Ages, Ecco, 2001)
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dragonships:
i awoke on the bathroom floor, the walls swirling with a strange complexion of ineffable dreams still lingering.
and in the pocket of some black overalls, smelling of cigar smoke and caffeine, beneath some translucent cascade of shoulders, an aurelian chrysalis squirmed in perpetual expectancy. and like in some strange chromatic aberration, the walls became a misunderstood...
Teenage Crime | Adrian Lux
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“slowly
into the green harmony of evening
slides obscure night
naked as a...”
– Sally Henzell (via fernsandmoss)
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“Modern life is so thin and shallow and fake. I look forward to when developers...”
– Hayao Miyazaki
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