the hallowed men

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if one day I were to climb a mountain
or descend an ocean of despair
perchance the world may be distinguished still
from such dreadful depths
and those lofty airs


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thoughts on finishing murakami's the wind up bird chronicle: not sure if book too genius to understand or just doesn't make much sense

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perhaps the attempt to separate myself from all carnal contexts is a fruitless affair

conspiracy / the vanishment of noboru wataya

it is no secret that he loves to stray
padded paws drawn down the deserted alleyways
impervious to the shame of reprimand and joy of feted praise
aloof in his labyrinthine paradise, a fortress kingdom of maze

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if all the world's a stage and men given their roles to play
are our characters simply determined by the mask of time and place
(are my actions the result of a fate bestowed face)

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please don't set me free, I'm as happy as can be