Pardon Le Dopeness,
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Pardon Le Dopeness,
Get Drunk, by Charles Baudelaire.
Always be drunk. That’s it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Time’s horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk. And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! Don’t be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”
Halifax Fog.
To Dean, Love Olivia and Mike.
Float on.
An ambiguous portent, an omen.
I have returned in all my glory.
Babe I Hope You Never Die.
Hi.
I have, for the most part, abandoned this blog. I think that while I do have an interest in graffiti art and trains (etc), I spend more of my time doing and thinking about different sorts of things. This was never a substantial part of my life; rather, I used it as an excuse to be close to trains while trying to figure some complicated stuff out. I find them soothing and huge and so capable. They somehow comfort me. Like I said, it's complicated. I suppose I will return one day-- once I am healthier and happier.
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by lillicarre
“There is an uplifting, reckless freedom that comes with being right back where you started. No ties, no bonds, nothing but a fuck-‘em-all mantra and eyes for the next bar.” -Mike Hynes
mr. dylan
The heartbeat. Have you ever lain with somebody when your hearts were beating in the same rhythm? That’s true love. A man and a woman who lie down with their hearts beating together are truly lucky. Then you’ve truly been in love, m’ boy. Yeah, that’s true love. You might see that person once a month, once a year, maybe once a lifetime, but you have the guarantee your lives are going to be in rhythm. That’s all you need.
Young one.
Hey.
Mario!
Doll Face.
It's the law! I love this artist. You are quite the beauty.
Be Grateful.