What if for you, everything and everyone, is just an annoying sound you can’t get out of your head?
(68 days late)
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I know a hundred ways to die
I know a hundred ways to die.
I’ve often thought that I’d try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.
I’ve often thought that I’d try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.
Or throw myself from off a bridge—
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.
I know some poison I could drink.
I’ve often thought I’d taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.
I’ve often thought I’d taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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