1. 1 year ago 
   

   The beauty outweighs the sadness

    
2. 1 year ago 
   

   I live in the world of romantic possibility…

   Stevie Nicks

    
3. 1 year ago 
   "My hand went blind, you were in the veins, clairvoyant, my hand went blind, I make love to my trance sister, went in and my trance parents see from the balcony, I looked out on the big field, it opens like the cover of an old bible, and out come the wolves… out come the wolves, their paws trampling in the snow, the alphabet, I stand on my head and watch it all go away"
4. 1 year ago 
   

   The music of Robert Johnson has inspired a million riffs. The myth of Robert Johnson has inspired a million dreams…

    
5. 1 year ago 
   

   …they were looking for god but found religion instead

    
6. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
   "Our lives are part of a unique adventure… Nevertheless, most of us think the world is ‘normal’ and are constantly hunting for something abnormal—like angels or Martians. But that is just because we don’t realize the world is a mystery. As for myself, I felt completely different. I saw the world as an amazing dream. I was hunting for some kind of explanation of how everything fit together."
7. 1 year ago 
   "I saw her, standing in the crowd, forlorn, dissatisfied, dark, unpleasantly strange."
8. 1 year ago 
   

   Filthy Huns Breeding like rats in California and spreading east. Listen for the roar of the Harleys. You will hear it in the distance like thunder. And then, wafting in on the breeze, will come the scent of dried blood, semen and human grease … the noise will grow louder and they will appear, on the west horizon, eyes bugged and bloodshot, foam on the lips, chewing some rooty essence smuggled in from a foreign jungle … they will ravish your women, loot your liquor stores and humiliate your mayor on a bench on the village square …

    
9. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
   "She was beautiful in a neutral way, emitting no light, defining herself in terms of attrition, a skinny thing, near blonde, far beyond recall from the hard edged rhythms of her life, southwestern woman, hard to remember and forget… There was never a moment between us that did not measure the extent of our true connection. To go harder, take more, die first."
   - Don DeLillo - Great Jones Street
10. 1 year ago 
    

    Her name in blood and her eyes on me

     

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