old white guy with the dog, walking up p'tree sidewalk
three young af-am guys sitting on the patio at sweet nut
old guy glances at them and one of them asks, "you want some marijuana?"
old guy sez, "no, i've got some"
young guy sez, "that's why i love the atl"
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6/11/2018 08:41:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
1 comment:
wonderful.
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