dedalus Posted May 26, 2009 Share Posted May 26, 2009 Situation Normal, A F U Lately so many little things conspire, they quench desire: no, this fierce and drunken loneliness cannot go on. Native fire is no longer dependable. I watch the way you talk, follow the way you walk and see it all for the first time: I know I know you but I don’t know you any more, I see familiar things as though from a distance. At first you laughed but then you stopped laughing, got angry, and for that there is no blame. There is shame, perhaps; it slouches around, shame is always somewhere, and today it visits me. I can see how words and looks become awkward. Such a teddibly British way to go about things, but that is how it’s done. Brief Encounters are hesitant, tentative, writhingly difficult. We need a wild operatic horrible war every twenty-five years or so, so that, at the cost of a few million innocent dead lovers may come together. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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