

ReassuranceYoung love shunned in that which seemed to have begun,Reassurance
will be no more.
You are stunned.
Stay your heart, for it still beats and worry for it never as it will again start.
For like water, love is in abundance. Only so long may you go without it, that you must again quench your thirst.
Let the your deserted heart be nurtured by this water of life, like oasis to weary desert nomad and with its refreshing quality of renewal shall you be delivered from your strife.


Buzz Buzz BuzzBuzz buzz buzz Said the busy man Silly man Busy man Bounding busily aboutBuzz Buzz Buzz
Buzz buzz buzz Went the busy bee Silly bee Busy bee Bumbling busily about
Buzz buzz buzz Went busy man and busy bee As busy man bounded on busy bee Unfortunate bee Busy bee Barbarically bashed by busy man
Buzz buzz buzz Went busy man As he crushed busy bee Oblivious man Busy man Bounding busy bee's life away.
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l'enfer, c'est autrui
perhaps you like it!
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"Damn it, Neil! The name is Nwanda."
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The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.' - Rorschach
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"Damn it, Neil! The name is Nwanda."
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The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.' - Rorschach
It's a little silly but I found this poem, Adonais, by Percy Shelley. It's an elegy for John Keats. I don't know why I'd never read it before. Probably I thought I'd be too sad after reading it.
But it's the most strangely perfect, uplifting elegy I've ever read. It begins "do not mourn for Adonais". You can just tell how close they were in mind. Shelley died just one year after Keats.
I cannot help but think, had it been the other way around, Keats' elegy for Shelley would have been just as wonderful.
aaand this puts me in a good mood. I really should talk more to actual people, I guess. But the Romantics were so...much the epitome of carpe diem. They encouraged it and it's how they lived and it's how they died, too.
But I'm also happy because for the first time in a long time, I really, really want to be an illustrator.
Sorry this was kind of weird! I guess I could have just stopped after the first sentence, heh.
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"Damn it, Neil! The name is Nwanda."
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