( via / me )

Hit due to the limited entertainment options at the time.

“Why Cats Paint

Pergamum awaits.
In the shadow of the boarded-up tower
now never to complete,

Pergamum awaits.
In the Great Hall cold though spring without burgeons,
Pergamum.

In the armature of betrayals here
glistening like dawnwebs,
Pergamum, Pergamum.

Pergamum.
What haven’t I given you,
lozenge of sunlight creeping; what

haven’t I accepted
of your Vanilla Fudge sonatas,
of your skull under fathoms of estuary?”

—Adam Cadmium, My Struggle with Symmetry (1946)

Comedy from Riyadh.

“The real war is in the air, civilian. We’re just skirmishing on the macrolevel.”

—Gregory Feeley, The Oxygen Barons (1996)

Otherside.