Punch magazine, April 19, 1873
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Well, some things.
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[image description: a quote from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
‘I’ve dropped my brain - My Soul is numb -’]
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Me writing at night: The city was so full of light and life, colors everywhere looking like art. But people ran around from place to place like ants not taking in any of it.
Me writing in the daytime: The city was pretty but people just looked at their phone's.
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Still thinking about “the universal male fantasy of dying violently before your time in a conflict that has nothing to do with you in various historical settings”
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Still thinking about “the universal male fantasy of dying violently before your time in a conflict that has nothing to do with you in various historical settings”
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Still thinking about “the universal male fantasy of dying violently before your time in a conflict that has nothing to do with you in various historical settings”
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te dedique mil canciones en mi mente todas me hacian recordar a vos, nunca te lo dije
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