maybe the girl in the car’s boyfriend and the hook man simply ran away together. did you ever think of that.
if anyone needs me i’ll be frothing at the mouth thinking about the origin of language and interspecies communication. happy wednesday.
how did we learn this? who taught us this? is it coincidental? is it observational? is it that something in the source of these sixteen languages stems from the same animal instinct that causes each of these species to call out to their own kind? I Am Going To Lose It.
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Mary Oliver, from “The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac”, Blue Horses
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“There is still one difference left between us. You have a tenderness grown weary and I have a weariness grown tender.”— Dulce María Loynaz, from Poem XLVII (tr. by James O’Connor)
rebecca black was right. gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal
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