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Memories

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Anne Sexton

“I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.” Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton – The Truth the Dead Know

[..] And what would the dead say? What defiles their calm eyes and their loose brows? Not this. For through their tiny smiles they mutter: live now, live now. Kidnap Kid – Where The Sea Swings In Like An Iron … Continue reading

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Shel Silverstein – Masks

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Robert Frost – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading

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The Eloquence In The Screaming

still I know no thing all I retain all I articulate is the screaming the frantic wrenching screaming from the faces from the throats from the days from the pain from the love; but within the catheter borders of the … Continue reading

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Pendulum – Blood Sugar

Roses are Red Violets are Blue When pornhub is down Pendulum will do Ladies and Gentlemen we understand that you have come tonight to bear witness to the sound of drum… and… bass. We regret to announce that this is … Continue reading

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Whatever

There In the mirror That*s not me That*s not me That cannot be You can*t see me cry (2002)

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Rilke – Der Panther

Der Panther Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält. Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt. Der weiche Gang geschmeidig … Continue reading

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Kalt

Kalt Diese Stadt ist kalt. Der Kaffee ist kalt. Das Bier warm. Der Tod süß. Das Leben bitter. Die Liebe verbraucht. Das Herz bleibt kalt. Florian Käsemann

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Illusionen

Wie von Wolken getragen; schweben sie dahin. Illusionen kennen kein Ziel. Geboren im Traum; enden sie in der Luft. (Jon Canclini)

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