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If on the tally-board of wasted days
They daily write me for proud idleness,
Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the preferred charge allays.

Thought:

“Everytime you read, you are walking among the dead, and, if you are listening, you just might hear prophecies.”

Kathy Acker

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