Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks mans blood with cold.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks mans blood with cold.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
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yeah pretty much everything i see and do is surreal or random.
this morning for instance as i walked from my house to timmy ho's to the subway as i do everyday, there was this old crazy man wearing a MTL Expos jacket and sporting a santa claus beard.. anyway he was grumbling to himslef and when i passed he grumbled something at me, so i gave him the "eeehhhhh" (kinda like fonzie) and my crazy old friend replied "fuck you, ill smash your face". and with that said my day was made. i don't know why but that was amazing i still have a perma grin from it....
later dude