"It's awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing."

Everybody has delusions of grandeur, but I've noticed lately that more and more of mine are about winning the lottery. I don't know if it's a sign of maturity or laziness, but I've noticed that the "famous actor" or "brilliant invention" fantasies have more or less died out, and now it's just "F--- it, I'll hit the lottery. That...
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"To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last among the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and soft cymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give in to this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth mark in the brow of man, is but the...
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Happiness is finding a bottle of primitivo you forgot you bought.

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Who knows...poison in the blood...eyes toward the future...maybe the goal is betting big. You throw yourself in, and the shadows retreat. You burn bright, and you become the light.

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Good God...I drink.

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politeanarchist:
@unknownmisery Thanks! God willing, June is when the clouds break...
unknownmisery:
I know! To the North of you, Spring is awakening. We may hit 70 degrees today! 
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Poison in the blood...

That's all it is. But in a cheerful, almost charming way. But...not quite. Born...inside out...Assaulting all in an infantile, pitiful rage. Open handed, flailing, ineffectual...The left handed word of justice, the tired march of the lost heart, final and burnt as the corner ember. Lit, forgotten. Space, the final truth, where you go to be.

Ian...
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unknownmisery:
That about sums up life this month. Back into the breach!