March 2012
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“I suppose like others
I have come through fire and sword,
love gone wrong,...”
– Charles Bukowski
(Seventy-Four)
furimmerfurewig:
“I’m the prophecy prophecies pass. Why need dies at last. How oceans dry. Islands drown. And skies of salt crash to the ground. I turn the powerful. Defy the weak. Only grass grows down abandoned streets.”
-Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski
