Monday, March 18, 2024


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Every book is a red flag.

"Nothingness is simultaneously the cruelty of all good things not existing, and the relief of all bad things not existing—it is thus a matrix both sharp and soft, undulating knives, urchin dough, a fractal of alternating needles and puffs" --@ctrlcreep

Ghosts of Insomnia.

"Enter Patient

The morning mists still haunt the stony street;
The northern summer air is shrill and cold;
And lo, the Hospital, grey, quiet, old,
Where Life and Death like friendly chafferers* meet.
Thro' the loud spaciousness and draughty gloom
A small, strange child—so aged yet so young! -
Her little arm besplinted and beslung,
Precedes me gravely to the waiting-room.
I limp behind, my confidence all gone.
The grey-haired soldier-porter waves me on,
And on I crawl, and still my spirits fail:
A tragic meanness seems so to environ
These corridors and stairs of stone and iron,
Cold, naked, clean—half-workhouse and half-jail."

--W E Henley

(* bargainers, hagglers)

Your grandfather was murdered by a clown.

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