Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
— W.H. Auden, Sept. 1, 1939
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
— W.H. Auden, Sept. 1, 1939
Any other PTerry fans that can't stop thinking about The Glorious People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road?
"That's my couch," said a woman standing nearby. "It's been on my porch for four years because it won't fit up the stairs. My neighbor will be pleased it's gone now."
Any other PTerry fans that can't stop thinking about The Glorious People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road?
Slick glass ripples skim the stones
Speed without tumult
(Dictionary of Canadianisms on Historical Principles)
Slick glass ripples skim the stones
Speed without tumult
(Dictionary of Canadianisms on Historical Principles)
Where are you at mentally?
Where are you at mentally?
It's a Barbie Yaga Malibu Dream Hut.
No regrets. Can't defeat fascism without joy.
It's a Barbie Yaga Malibu Dream Hut.
No regrets. Can't defeat fascism without joy.
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