The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
-H.P. Lovecraft
this guy, as silly as he sounds, is the heavy metal of lich-ra-chure as bruce dickenson would say. actually, my roommate back in the day wrote his thesis on the man. apparently he slept for 20 hours a day and lived with his mom. . .maybe my facts are wrong, but you're missing the point. what i'm trying to say is: fear the nerds. in the annals of history they shall be the gds of rck.
-H.P. Lovecraft
this guy, as silly as he sounds, is the heavy metal of lich-ra-chure as bruce dickenson would say. actually, my roommate back in the day wrote his thesis on the man. apparently he slept for 20 hours a day and lived with his mom. . .maybe my facts are wrong, but you're missing the point. what i'm trying to say is: fear the nerds. in the annals of history they shall be the gds of rck.
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flutes for dancing
It's lucky to hear the flutes for dancing
coming down the road. The ground is glowing.
The table set in the yard.
We will drink this wine tonight
because it's Spring. It is.
It's a glowing sea. We're clouds
over the sea,
or flecks of matter
in the ocean when the ocean seems lit from within.
I know I'm drunk when I start this ocean talk.
Would you like to see the moon split
in half with one throw?