January 2012
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Pruckian break-down.
And would it have been worth it after all? After the cups, the marmelade, the tea, amoung the porcelien, amoung some talk of you and me, would it have been worth it after all, to have bitten off the the matter with a smile, to have rolled it toward some overwhelming question, to have squeezed the universe into a ball?
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Se Débrouiller Seul: On the Edge →
motherground:
After your mother dies, you will learn to live on the edge of life, to brace yourself like she did, one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping your purse while you drive through the stop sign, shoulders tense, eyes clamped shut, waiting for the collision that…
“I hope you get where you’re going, and be happy when you do.”
– Jack Kerouac (via cwnl) 