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Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope

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