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- April 14, 1979
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- Reading, Music, Painting, Drinking, Misanthropy, Philosophy.
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Tehol Beddict's speech on the assumption of value by Sinisdar Toste
"only thing you suffer from is knowledge of phil..."
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About Me
Darujistan's ox meets Dragnipur's cart, meets Icarium's Hourglass...
shackled cruelly to the creaking pendulum of your perpetual sorrow
Dragged spent and writhing as if behind some yoked beast
Borne of every sordid deed and every creaking gallows
Through parched fields grown fallow from the foul seeds you've sown
Now fertile within the cracks and sores of my atrophied daydreams
Drawn behind the dusty flanks of some sun-scorched beast
Yoked and laden and resentful, eyes afire with every mad injustice
Shackled cruelly to the sepulture of your perpetual sorrow
Towed bloated and steaming astride some crude cross
Fashioned from the lazy mallets of some sun-scorned and pale myopia
Through black thickets and brambles, through dark swamps and barren plains,
To the vast boneyard where you may finally ease off your burden
And join it there
With the hungry bottlenecks and the circling ravenous beaks
That will render you
Like wild winged priests
Unto the dirt from whence you came
shackled cruelly to the creaking pendulum of your perpetual sorrow
Dragged spent and writhing as if behind some yoked beast
Borne of every sordid deed and every creaking gallows
Through parched fields grown fallow from the foul seeds you've sown
Now fertile within the cracks and sores of my atrophied daydreams
Drawn behind the dusty flanks of some sun-scorched beast
Yoked and laden and resentful, eyes afire with every mad injustice
Shackled cruelly to the sepulture of your perpetual sorrow
Towed bloated and steaming astride some crude cross
Fashioned from the lazy mallets of some sun-scorned and pale myopia
Through black thickets and brambles, through dark swamps and barren plains,
To the vast boneyard where you may finally ease off your burden
And join it there
With the hungry bottlenecks and the circling ravenous beaks
That will render you
Like wild winged priests
Unto the dirt from whence you came
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world" - Oscar Wilde
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Tsundoku
13 Apr 2024 - 20:59Tsundoku
14 Apr 2023 - 08:17