tragic thoughts pervade my liquid gourd
taking quickly away unrested children
die slowly, while i lie in a painless wake,
catch the wind and ride it to the stars...
doo-wop crazy insane
it's better to be loved than hated in the rain.
...here are no lessons for the world, no disclosures to shock peoples. it is filled with trivial things, partly that no one mistake for history the bones from which some day a man may make history, and partly for the pleasure it gave me to recall the fellowship...
t. e. lawrence seven pillars of wisdom: a triumph
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