To Beautiful Boy, where ever you are:
Please return my ability to sleep. Now, damnit.
Or I will be forced to take desperate measures.
Signed,
The management.
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"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
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- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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1 comment:
HANG IN THERE BABE!! I'll be getting in touch with you sometime today, one way or another . . . It sounds like a b**** fest is just what the doc ordered . . .
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