"What was wrong was never understood and what was right never lasted." For me, this says it all. I don't remember what poem it's from, but it hits home with where I am in my life right now.
The line from the poem "Confession".
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"What was wrong was never understood and what was right never lasted." For me, this says it all. I don't remember what poem it's from, but it hits home with where I am in my life right now.
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.
"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire"
Beautiful line!!
And she was on heels so high they looked like little stilts. She walked like a drunken cripple, staggering around the room. A glorious dizziness of flesh."
Even purple stickpin has an asshole!!!
I was planning on making a banjo radio jingle of it, filming it, playing it back on a tv on the back of a stripper dressed in angel wings, taping that and entering it for some avant garde art exhibition.