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I try to write long-form poetry
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Some entries are things that amuse me
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Desire arising from the knowledge of good and evil, in so far as such knowledge regards what is future, may be more easily controlled or quenched, than the desire for what is agreeable at the present moment.Spinoza, Ethics 4, Prop 16
I’m tasting Naomi’s perfume
It tastes like shit and I must say
She comes and goes most afternoons
One billion lovers wave and love her now
They could love her now and so could I
There is no Naomi in view
She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
And if she only really knew
One billion angels could come and save her soul
They could save her soul until she shines
People get drunk
They hook up with the wrong person
And pretend to be okay
People act tough
And get mad
Distraction in its true form (via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
People will do anything to distract their heart.
They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.