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[Nostos @NostosLit]

- Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

[molly @angelinrealtime]

it’s fucked up how there are like 1000 christmas songs but only 1 song about being a wichita lineman

[matt @mattybtweets69]

What should I do for dinner and the entire rest of my life

[hunter @3gpmh]

forgive me karl marx for i have bought

[nightly moth @nightly_moth]

A recent painting of mine /oil paint.

[a drowsy bird @adrowsybird]

translate me back into a mountain stream

[Jon Carling @JonCarling]

Campfire ghost

[peaklass @peaklass1]

After the daffodils, the dandelions. Close behind, bluebells, stitchwort, and then the wild garlic, galaxies of white stars in dark woods, before the lanes are lined with cow parsley lace. I feel so lucky to mark off the weeks by the passing blooms, telling the time with flowers.

[⋆ @tiny_star_field]

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[A bear @A_single_bear]

When I am confused, which is often, I try to pretend I am not confused by ignoring the thing that confuses me. I am a bear.

[Jon Carling @JonCarling]

We grew up together

[W. B. Yeats @DailyYeats]

...time and the world are ebbing away
In twilights of dew and of fire.

[m @brightgloam]

I do not know myself any longer, I do not recognize the construction of the sunrise

[m @brightgloam]

Is this growth? Or does this path continue to guide into the mundane?

[m @brightgloam]

What was once new now exists alongside long dried blood and well grassed graves

[m @brightgloam]

Life is like this now, a constant balance. Chaos is not allowed and there is never calamity, at least not that which can be brought through the front door

[Howl @HowlTweeter]

Howl

[Howl @HowlTweeter]

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,

[Howl @HowlTweeter]

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan