Thursday, June 25, 2009

Escape


There are people who have an appetite for grief;
pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain.
They have mithridatic stomachs
which must be fed on poisoned bread,
natures so doomed that no prosperity
can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.


Yeah okay i just realised that this is a blog and everyone can come here so i'm sorry if you missed My Almost Lover post. I decided to draft it. Doesn't do much good when it's published.





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