the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
it's a
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Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes. Happy January 29th.
Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.
Happy January 29th.
I saw.
Man like you. So clever. But what’s the point of being clever if you can’t prove it.
You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it’s post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you’re haunted by memories of your military service. Fire her. She’s got it the wrong way around.
You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it’s post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you’re haunted by memories of your military service.
Fire her. She’s got it the wrong way around.