"And all the days and all the women in the cafes and all the glasses, I would have liked to drink them all and break them...and all the windows and all the lives, and all the wheels of carriages turning and turning on the, on the mauvais paves. And I wanted to plunge them all in a furnace of swords" Ferlinghetti
In Search of Being Intellects
Our story has been told already we will not be there when the buildings are wrapped in flames crumbling crumbling the establishments burning one by one the street will look and feel and taste like the christmas tree we stole but set too close too close to the fireplace each little little little light exploding showering electricity over the bare floor and you thanked God we skipped gifts that year. I.E.L
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