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Yann Rousselot
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“My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous mass
of post-human organic circuitry.
Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.
My love is a man-machine interface gun.”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
of post-human organic circuitry.
Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.
My love is a man-machine interface gun.”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
“we roar along the rust belts——the great red spot——
the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares——
ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me——
the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine——
that which you call skin——
a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin——”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares——
ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me——
the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine——
that which you call skin——
a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin——”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
“I've swallowed fish-eyes whole
like an endoscope.
I once ate a trout cooked inside a dolphin.
Felt like a shark eating another shark,
inside the cold-blooded womb of yet another shark.”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
like an endoscope.
I once ate a trout cooked inside a dolphin.
Felt like a shark eating another shark,
inside the cold-blooded womb of yet another shark.”
― Dawn of the Algorithm
“I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.”
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“We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.”
―
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.”
―
“He’s stuck out there. He thinks he’s totally alone and that we all gave up on him. What kind of effect does that have on a man’s psychology?” He turned back to Venkat. “I wonder what he’s thinking right now.”
LOG ENTRY: SOL 61 How come Aquaman can control whales? They’re mammals! Makes no sense.”
― The Martian
LOG ENTRY: SOL 61 How come Aquaman can control whales? They’re mammals! Makes no sense.”
― The Martian
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Sarah wrote: "Tu me dis quand je peux vendre le poème que tu m'avais donné pour une belle somme sur ebay. ;)"Bahaha, quand tu veux. Sinon je te le refais à la main ça vaut surement plus cher ^_^
Tu me dis quand je peux vendre le poème que tu m'avais donné pour une belle somme sur ebay. ;)
