William Burroughs
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William Burroughs
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it is not even eleven o’clock and already i feel like last summer
you make me feel like i’m seventeen again,
you make everything beautiful seem true,
i can’t wait to go to sleep and dream again,
‘cause every dream i dream’s a dream of dreamy little you
Edvard Munch - Preliminary study for The Kiss, c. 1897
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hey, i found the safest place to keep all our tenderness, keep all our bad ideas, keep all our hopes:
it’s here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear,
it’s such an enormous thing to walk, to listen
i am a brat