bugboypussy: I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
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masked_c0nfessor: Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.
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gayReznikoff: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Matt: Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!
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gayReznikoff: ..erm