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Not another object for you to throw aside, this is not a picture book, kindergartener.
Thorns and vines, wind them up.
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010 , 9:52 PM

so messed upppppppppppppppppp ):
Sigh.

and yet it seems that we sleep, we dream.

HCI tmr.
Yay.