Life and all her Friends
Ask me anything
For when the spirit stirs too heavily for reality to bear.
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
‘London’ - William Blake
It almost doesn’t need to go on from there.
2/17/12 — 3:33am
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