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“the psyche has been burned
and left us senseless,
the world has been darker than lights-out
in a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
and left us senseless,
the world has been darker than lights-out
in a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I could understand the moon leaning across a bar on skid row
and asking for a drink, but I couldn't understand anything about
myself,
I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs,
I was poppies mowed down by machine-gun fire
I was a hotshot wasp in a web
I was less and less and still reaching for
something, and I thought of her corny remark
a night or so ago:
You have wounded eyes.”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
and asking for a drink, but I couldn't understand anything about
myself,
I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs,
I was poppies mowed down by machine-gun fire
I was a hotshot wasp in a web
I was less and less and still reaching for
something, and I thought of her corny remark
a night or so ago:
You have wounded eyes.”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“And it seems people should not build houses anymore
it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors
under electric lights
without shades;
it seems there is a lot to forget
and a lot not to do
and in drugstores, markets, bars,
the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night
and look through this house and the house does not want to be built”
― Love Is a Dog from Hell
it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors
under electric lights
without shades;
it seems there is a lot to forget
and a lot not to do
and in drugstores, markets, bars,
the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night
and look through this house and the house does not want to be built”
― Love Is a Dog from Hell
“we drove on and on,
past little villages and both good things and
bad things were happening to the
people in those villages too,
but I still was nothing
but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be
either some good luck for me or
more death tomorrow.”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
past little villages and both good things and
bad things were happening to the
people in those villages too,
but I still was nothing
but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be
either some good luck for me or
more death tomorrow.”
― The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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