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you, who the world loved so dearly.
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I held your hand as you shook in the middle of the night. Not waking you said, 'not yet, not yet. not yet, not yet.'
February 12, 2026 at 5:55 AM
I held your hand as you shook in the middle of the night. Not waking you said, 'not yet, not yet. not yet, not yet.'
Now bacilli had begun to crawl into the cracks in his sensations, while in the spaces that enclosed his body spectres had begun to hover.
February 12, 2026 at 4:55 AM
Now bacilli had begun to crawl into the cracks in his sensations, while in the spaces that enclosed his body spectres had begun to hover.
Am I, my Lord, a monster or sea? Are my bones made of iron, or my flesh of brass?
February 12, 2026 at 3:55 AM
Am I, my Lord, a monster or sea? Are my bones made of iron, or my flesh of brass?
Nothing is far that once was near. Nothing is hid that once was clear. Nothing was God that is not here.
February 12, 2026 at 2:55 AM
Nothing is far that once was near. Nothing is hid that once was clear. Nothing was God that is not here.
Good luck, Master. You have a long path ahead of you, and difficult choices to make. But I believe in you. Fight hard, courageous young man. You are human, but I know you have the strength you need.
February 12, 2026 at 1:55 AM
Good luck, Master. You have a long path ahead of you, and difficult choices to make. But I believe in you. Fight hard, courageous young man. You are human, but I know you have the strength you need.
Atalanta says: That’s a breath, sweet boy, run on; drop whatever you can’t carry on your legs.
February 12, 2026 at 12:55 AM
Atalanta says: That’s a breath, sweet boy, run on; drop whatever you can’t carry on your legs.
Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact. But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
February 11, 2026 at 11:56 PM
Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact. But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
Here the senator shouted: ‘On the basis of what regulation? And of what paragraph?’
And space replied: 'There are neither paragraphs nor regulations now!’
And space replied: 'There are neither paragraphs nor regulations now!’
February 11, 2026 at 10:56 PM
Here the senator shouted: ‘On the basis of what regulation? And of what paragraph?’
And space replied: 'There are neither paragraphs nor regulations now!’
And space replied: 'There are neither paragraphs nor regulations now!’
as a child, I bit through flowers, believing anything beautiful enough—when swallowed—might stay.
February 11, 2026 at 9:55 PM
as a child, I bit through flowers, believing anything beautiful enough—when swallowed—might stay.
And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.
February 11, 2026 at 8:55 PM
And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.
Herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler, shepherd to the stars in the dark... Though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate will surely follow.
February 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM
Herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler, shepherd to the stars in the dark... Though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate will surely follow.
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
February 11, 2026 at 6:55 PM
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
(This is the school in which we learn …)
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again.
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again.
February 11, 2026 at 5:55 PM
(This is the school in which we learn …)
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again.
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again.
A man who contrives a half-dozen reasons to meet with a man who has obviously been assigned to kill him is a committed, if unsuccessful, homosexual.
February 11, 2026 at 4:55 PM
A man who contrives a half-dozen reasons to meet with a man who has obviously been assigned to kill him is a committed, if unsuccessful, homosexual.
With words you sought to shape a world alternate to the one that dared inscribe itself so ruthlessly across your eyes, for you could not, could never fully refute the actual or justify the sad heft of your body.
February 11, 2026 at 3:55 PM
With words you sought to shape a world alternate to the one that dared inscribe itself so ruthlessly across your eyes, for you could not, could never fully refute the actual or justify the sad heft of your body.
I believe with a perfect faith that at this very moment
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads
and intersections, in jungles and deserts,
showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction.
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads
and intersections, in jungles and deserts,
showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction.
February 11, 2026 at 2:55 PM
I believe with a perfect faith that at this very moment
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads
and intersections, in jungles and deserts,
showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction.
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads
and intersections, in jungles and deserts,
showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction.
No special class of persons is set apart for their performance. No special places are set apart for the performance. Desired objects are attained not by propitiating the favor of divine through sacrifice prayer and praise, but by ceremonies of resemblance between rite and effect.
February 11, 2026 at 1:55 PM
No special class of persons is set apart for their performance. No special places are set apart for the performance. Desired objects are attained not by propitiating the favor of divine through sacrifice prayer and praise, but by ceremonies of resemblance between rite and effect.
'But a man is not a horse,' said the old shoemaker
and worked on my stiff new shoes
till they were soft. And suddenly
I had to cry
from all that love poured out over me.
and worked on my stiff new shoes
till they were soft. And suddenly
I had to cry
from all that love poured out over me.
February 11, 2026 at 12:55 PM
'But a man is not a horse,' said the old shoemaker
and worked on my stiff new shoes
till they were soft. And suddenly
I had to cry
from all that love poured out over me.
and worked on my stiff new shoes
till they were soft. And suddenly
I had to cry
from all that love poured out over me.
Start the mumbling lips, syllable by monotonous syllable, that wash away the sullen griefs of love and drown out knowledge of an ancient war.
February 11, 2026 at 11:55 AM
Start the mumbling lips, syllable by monotonous syllable, that wash away the sullen griefs of love and drown out knowledge of an ancient war.
my every breath is less a prayer than a love letter torn open in desperation.
February 11, 2026 at 10:54 AM
my every breath is less a prayer than a love letter torn open in desperation.
Good luck, Master. You have a long path ahead of you, and difficult choices to make. But I believe in you. Fight hard, courageous young man. You are human, but I know you have the strength you need.
February 11, 2026 at 9:51 AM
Good luck, Master. You have a long path ahead of you, and difficult choices to make. But I believe in you. Fight hard, courageous young man. You are human, but I know you have the strength you need.
This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?
February 11, 2026 at 8:51 AM
This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?
(man, as is well known, is slush sewn up in skin.)
February 11, 2026 at 7:51 AM
(man, as is well known, is slush sewn up in skin.)
When all the witches in your town have been set on fire, their smoke
will fill your mouth. It will teach you new words. It will tell you what
you've done.
will fill your mouth. It will teach you new words. It will tell you what
you've done.
February 11, 2026 at 6:51 AM
When all the witches in your town have been set on fire, their smoke
will fill your mouth. It will teach you new words. It will tell you what
you've done.
will fill your mouth. It will teach you new words. It will tell you what
you've done.
This time, I am really serious. Really serious. Because if a battle is not serious, it is not fun.
February 11, 2026 at 5:52 AM
This time, I am really serious. Really serious. Because if a battle is not serious, it is not fun.