27 July 2009
19 July 2009
shhhhhhhh
- you and i made a pact
- only the good die young
- and when i dream, i keep my promises to you
- i really do
- you know my hate's everlasting
- and what a cruel god we've got
- follow me there
"And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods."
- only the good die young
- and when i dream, i keep my promises to you
- i really do
- you know my hate's everlasting
- and what a cruel god we've got
- follow me there
"And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods."
07 July 2009
03 July 2009
"Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear and vivid and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words!"
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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