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WW'n'STC 1With thanks to Ada and Ola for their support.
Special thanks to Agata. She knows why.
This is the land of forbidden fruit
Daffodils or how Wordsworth used an idea of his friend, and how Coleridge met Green Fairy for the first time.
William, I want to tell you something. As were sitting here, on this meadow full of golden daffodils, I cannot keep myself from thinking how theyre reflecting in those two mesmerizing blue ponds of your eyes. Said a young boy to his friend, as he was watching him staring into the sun.
Wow, Sam, that was nice! Seriously! exclaimed the older one. Can I put it into a poem? Let me recollect this feeling in tranquility
You want me to leave?
You said tranquility. Im supposed to go away, right? asked Samuel Taylor peering at William.
No, it has no meaning. It just sounds nice. Ill print it wit
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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