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"I'm a man of simple tastes - I'm always satisfied with the best."
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
L7 - Pretend We're Dead
Anne Sexton, from "The Fury of Sundays" in The Complete Poems
Stanislao Lepri, The Restaurant in the Mouth, 1967
lets frolic as paleolithic horses together
"The Phoenician"
"Fulgrim looked around noting the mood of the crowd they were on the cusp of flight. Telmar’s sudden burst of violence had frightened them shaken them to their very cores. Stories would spread flying through the city and from there the rest of the continent. All would turn to fear, fear to resentment, and resentment to resistance he had seen the same story repeated ad nauseam on a dozen worlds. Fulgrim had always preferred love to fear, love was stronger. Fear could be conquered but love? Never, it waned and swelled but it never truly faded, he had made himself loved on Chemos and he would do the same here. The primarch sank down to one knee and reached down to help Telmar’s victim to his feet the man stared at him with mingled fright and awe his mouth working soundlessly, Fulgrim smiled and stood. “I came from nothing” he said fixing his sons with a steady gaze “I scrabbled in the quarry pits and down in the deepest mines, carrying buckets on my shoulders because the ascender blew a gasket” he said “I broke my fingernails on raw ore and grew blisters from heat and labour. You look down on them, blind to the beauty of their struggle blind to what they might become, if only someone would scrape the filth from their faces.” he reached down and lifted a child onto his shoulders, the girl laughed and clapped unafraid of the giant, even as her mother wept Fulgrim indicated the crowd his voice had driven many of them to their knees. "Look at them my sons you are the highest and they the lowest, it is your duty to raise them up as high as they will go. Anything less is not worthy of you.”
Serial Experiments Lain
Inferno, Dante Alighieri Word Cloud Classics editions all feature custom end-paper that matches the book’s theme and colors.
Power must be administered by the best: The official religion must be beauty.
Gabrielle D'Annunzio