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Here is what I want to tell people about the ghastly the grim the macabre the morbid the grinning skulls we draw on pages at desks far from fields of skulls set rigid: You cannot negotiate with silence. You can only look at it however you like. There is no sanctity dead or living. Though, for all of us, I would wish it so (we never cease in making monuments to swear it is so) (look at these monuments-- and see it is not). A natural law requires no belief. You don’t listen. I said: Let go.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
there are cemeteries you can dance in
Here is what I want to tell people about the ghastly the grim the macabre the morbid the grinning skulls we draw on pages at desks far from fields of skulls set rigid: You cannot negotiate with silence. You can only look at it however you like. There is no sanctity dead or living. Though, for all of us, I would wish it so (we never cease in making monuments to swear it is so) (look at these monuments-- and see it is not). A natural law requires no belief. You don’t listen. I said: Let go.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
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