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Desire is dangerous. But sometimes we have to feel the touch of burn to know the importance of our limits.

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Is it not okay to fall? does penetrating through clouds from unimaginable heights not mean that you have reached the top of your desires?

did Icarus not realise he reached the company of the sun when he saw his wings burn and his body welcome descent with a smile on his face.

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I have lived a life of desire, an incurable hunger. no sip of springs ravine nor bite of any food has cured this want. it is the want of a dreaming man, to hold the stars and not be burned by the sun. to know the vastness of the universe and any child of the dictionary except the word impossible.

- to want

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dreamers cannot ever reach the sun, the rope of realists is tied around their ankles and the brand selling it says “don’t be silly it’s impossible”

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And the dreamers dream because what else do they have. reality is a bitter coffee that sugar cannot sweeten.

from the memoirs of a coffee drinker

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one day you walk home in Queensland. when you get to your house you notice it’s not your house. “all houses look the same” says the man on the corner. you keep walking trying to find where home is. there is only the same street and the same man. the streetlights are never on.

#australian gothic #regional gothic #rural gothic #gothic #locative gothic

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You walk through sand broiled by the sun. The jacaranda tree offers refuge but the sun still burns you. “fire” “fire” “burn” shouts the magpie. You ignore the warning and head for hicksville.

#australian gothic #regional gothic #rural gothic #gothic #locative gothic

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- Una cosa che so è che la gente non ha tempo per le piccole cose. Nessuno vuole più imparare a ballare.

one thing I know is that people don’t have time for small things. no one wants to learn to dance anymore.

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semplicemente bere un bicchiere d'acqua ogni mattina. E 'una cosa che ho imparato è bene per voi.

simply drink a glass of water every morning. it’s one thing i’ve learned is good for you.

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Mi piace l'eccitazione. Lavorare in un campo finché non riesco a vedere la luce del giorno. La creatività viene dal vedere il mondo.

I like excitement. To work in a field till I can’t see the light of day. Creativity comes from seeing the world.

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Non mi piace l’uomo noioso. Hai una vita e scegli di non farne nulla?

I don’t like the boring man. you have one life and you choose not to do anything with it?

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And one day you wake up with a hurt inside and wish ____ would listen.

a. God.

b. your dad.

c. those people you consider best friends.

b. your sister.

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There is a poison in your veins. The belief you throw at fake gods wants blood, your tears feed these devourers with hope.

- you pray to your condemning “messiah”

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This poem is mutism put into words. I couldn’t speak from lips shut by experience so I wrote from hands not tied by hopelessness. Let these hands make the screams that have no volume be heard.

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I tire of the rocks that have called the pockets of my trousers home. Can I return these heavysome burdens. God will you take these stones out of my pockets reserved for love.

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you sometimes feel a tingle between the crevices of your fingers. spectres of all that you have let go of still warm your hands.

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And many people like their gods between two slices of bread. They eat up that poisoned sandwich of belief, and die the next morning.

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