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writing

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.

nothing can save
you
except
writing.

it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.

it blasts the
darkness.

writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,

the kindliest
god of all the
gods.

writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.

and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.

it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.

that's
what it
is

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* The Duc de Blangis – aged fifty, an aristocrat who acquired his wealth by poisoning his mother for the purposes of inheritance, prescribing the same fate to his sister when she found out about his plot. Blangis is described as being tall, strongly built and highly sexually potent, although it is emphasized that he is a complete coward, and proud of it too.

* The Bishop (l’Évêque) – Blangis' brother. He is forty-five, a scrawny and weak man, "with a nasty mouth." He is passionate about anal sex and, even when having sex with women and girls, he refuses to have vaginal intercourse with them.

* The Président de Curval – aged sixty, a tall and lanky man, "frightfully dirty about his body and attaching voluptuousness thereto." He is a judge and used to enjoy handing out death sentences to defendants he knew to be innocent.

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Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Rudyard Kipling

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Ja'mie Luca

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...
.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris
as a young man,
then wherever you go for the rest of your life
it stays with you,
for Paris
is a moveable
feast.
-Ernest Hemingway
...
.

nonpareil mine

Hey Moon .
.
.
It's just
.
you and me. tonight.
.

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It’s getting late
It’s getting dark
In the end of the night I can feel your warmth
Come up close
Close to me
Coz In the end of the night I can feel you breathe
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be alarmed
In the end of the night you’re in my arms
I’m on my bed
My bed of stones
But in the end of the night we’ll rest our bones
So don’t you worry
Just rest your head
Coz in the end of the night we’ll be together again
You don’t need to worry
I’ll make your bed
And in the end of the night I can hold your hand
So come close, close to me
And I’ll come closer to you
Coz in the end of the night when all we have is gone
Yes in the end of the night when I can be with you

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don't forget

there is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am—
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.

&ed

word.
Will,
word.