"what's depriving about war is that it deprives men of their own individual battle."
-jules et jim.
ceci filme inspirateur.
18.4.11
chapter deux; LO.
The thought of that girl has made my heart itch. It’s like a stinging sensation, a reminder of the sweetness that was. That kiss, she bit my lip, and I furled up in bliss. She flutters off. Like a bit from a bug that’s what it was. That kiss was a way of sinking her venom in. But it’s not poisoned unless you make it so.
17.4.11
In Krapfren woods.
there is a swallows song as sweet like
a soft maidens touch
able to rise your excitement
;arpeggios
i don't know anyone here
as dear to me as you may be
white-tailed dear follow me to
hollowed rêverie
I often write of mammals, amphibians and more, & I noticed this whilst gazing out an open window.
It's far too much of an occurrence. I'm human; and I all too often animalize (everything). Characteristics, movements, actions and clouds. Teacups, passions & on on on. It's a childish way (out this window) that I realized I long to be more like Saul Bellow..
"Love and thought complete each other in the human pair, & something like an exchange of soul takes place."
-par S.B
11.4.11
a nice thing to say.
par emil.
"When I wrote you I was thinking of how much you make me laugh. I was also thinking on your profound femininity which stirs me greatly."
MONSTRE !
Ain't that it?
Ain't that always it..
Monsters were under my bed.
Bien des monstres dans mon tête.
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