Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits--and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
--The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, First Edition, verse 73
Translated by Edward FitzGerald (1859)
some nodes I like
the product is you
My dog it has three corners
In the mountains, there you feel free
when life gives you lemons, grab it by the fucking throat and demand better
words are a narrow channel
skirts for men
Alexander the Great and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Very Bad Day
The BIG FAT insensitive fucking node of NEGATIVITY
why I sometimes think I must be insane
hello 12 gauge
My Angst Ate my Suffering in a Void of Meaningless Existential Nihilistic Self-Oppression: An Poem