You might just have been a boy sleeping in a bed and dreaming of somewhere far from here, a place where a parallel you watches a parallel me sleep, soundly. And somewhere in between these dreams, another us watches time pass not by the ticking of clock hands or where the sun drifts across an empty sky, but by each measurement of joy in our lives and I’d wish, to take back all the moments I spent...
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his...– Charles Peguy
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Just saw these guys play at Moles in Bath in the UK and they were pretty fucking good.
The nothingness after death is much like the nothingness of space- which...– Alan Watts
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a...– D. Young
If time is not for wasting, then what is it for?
When you think objectively about how much work went into creating your own...– Andrew Cohen