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2 Agosto

È stata una vera sorpresa. Ieri pomeriggio un messaggio sul cellulare, è di Nichole , " sei a Parigi ?"

Nichole non la vedo da mesi, ci sentiamo anche poco, lei vive ad Atene. Rispondo di si emozionato. Eccola che mi parla " ciao stelin, sono a Parigi di passaggio, riparto domani. Volevo sapere se mi inviti a cena"

Naturalmente le ho detto. Poi ci siamo accordati per l'ora. Avevo giusto il tempo di fare un po di spesa.

È arrivata con una mezz'ora di ritardo, giusto il tempo di farmi aumentare la pressione. Lei è la mia passione segreta, una storia mai finita , anche se siamo sempre divisi. Però ogni volta riscatta la scintilla.

Un bacio casto sulle labbra, poi la guardo, è sempre lei, sempre bella, occhi azzurri magnetici , la voce più sexy che abbia mai sentito e la camicia con un bottone slacciato di troppo.

Poi la serata è trascorsa come doveva ed anche la notte.

Questa mattina è uscita senza neppure fare colazione. È rimasto il suo profumo sul cuscino.

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new concept i just came up with: kew rhone memes

(shoutout to @goresplosion for sending me the original image)

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(Dividers by @thecutestgrotto )

[nedison]

Henry Cow // Slapp Happy. Photo by Alain Dister

[esmamig]

Living in the Heart of the Beast

Situation that rules your world (despite all you've said) I would strike against it but the rule displaces…

There I burn in my own lights fuelled with flags torn out Of books, and histories of marching together… United with heroes, we were the rage, the fire But I was given a different destiny - knotted in closer despair

Calling to heroes do you have to speak that way all the time ? Tales told by idiots in paperbacks; a play of forms To spite my fabulous need to fight and live We exchange words, coins, movements - paralysed in loops Of care that we hoped could knot a world still Sere words, toothless, ruined now, bulldozed into brimming pits -who has used them how? Grammar book that lies wasted : Conflux of voices rising to meet, and fall Empty, divided, other…

Clutching at sleeves the wordless man exposes his failure : Smiling, he hurls a wine glass, describing his sadness twisted Into mere form: shattered in a glass, he's changed… Now dare he seize the life before him and discompound it in Sulphurous confusion and give it to the air? He's rushing to find where there's a word of liquid syntax - signs let slip in a flash : "clothes of chaos are my rage !" He shrieks in tatters, hunting the eye of his own storm

We were born to serve you all our bloody lives Labouring tongues we give rise to soft lies : Disguised metaphors that keep us in a vast inverted stillness Twice edged with fear

Twilight signs decompose us

High in offices we stared into the turning wheel of cities Dense and ravelled close yet separate: planned to kill all encounter Intricate we saw your state at work its shapes Abstracted from all human intent. With our history's fire We shall harrow your signs Now is the time to begin to go forward - advance from despair The darkness of solitary men - who are chained in a market they Cannot control - in the name of a freedom that hangs like a pall On our cities. And their towers of silence we shall destroy

Now is the time to begin to determine directions, refuse to admit The existence of destiny's rule. We shall seize from all heroes and Merchants our labour, our lives, and our practice of history : this Our choice, defines the truth of all that we do

Seize on the words that oppose us with alien force; they're enslaved By the power of capital's kings who reduce them to coinage and Hollow exchange in the struggle to hold us, they're bitterly Outlasting… Time to sweep them down from power - deeds renew words

Dare to take sides in the fight for freedom that is common cause Let us all be as strong and as resolute. We're in the midst of A universe turning in turmoil; of classes and armies of thought Making war - their contradictions clash and echo through time

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             in praise of learning                               western culture

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