Strike the bell and bide the danger.
Or wonder, 'til it drives you mad
What would have followed if you had."
-CS Lewis
"Madness to madmen may be reason,
So which of us is sane,
And which, mad?"
-James Byron Huggins
"I am in blood,
Stepp'd in so far that,
Should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er."
-William Shakespeare
"Death, they say, is the color gray.
The skies are blue... today."
-Dean Briggs
"Once you let go,
You wonder why you held on
For so long."
-Terilyn Block
"We at the height are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
which, taken at the flood,
leads on to fortune;
omitted, all the voyage of their life
is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
and we must take the current when it serves,
or lose our ventures."
-William Shakespeare
"If you have lost your faith
in love and music
the end won't be long."
-The Libertines
"We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of televised war
And in the deafening pleasure,
I heard someone say,
If you walk away I'll walk away."
-Conor Oberst
"It alls boils down to one quotable phrase:
If you love something give it away."
-Conor Oberst
i had a brother once he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk and i don’t know what his name was but my mother does i heard her say it once, padriac my prince i have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame you cried but no one came and the water filled your tiny lungs appear, my dear, and cry for me it was six years ago today that i laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning so i close the door and i rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep turning me cold and i am still not sure, is there some better place i could be heading towards? where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome i saw the future once i was drunk in a phone booth my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said and through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying i am sorry on a day so gray its black inside watching churches on tv in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days before you turn and walk away it has changed you so tonight to compensate i will poison myself another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
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