Tuesday, April 14
Monday, April 13
"You must know," said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful woman might, "that I have no heart- if that has anything to do with my memory."
I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it.
"Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt," said Estella, "and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no -- sympathy -- sentiment -- nonsense."
from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
January Hangover
To be with you is my desire
To stay away from you is my ambition
The magic of your great moments
Awakens the superior inspiration
Responsible for perfect compliments
We have many things to talk about
And we have nothing to talk about
The religion of the sleepless candle
Detaining the discovery of daylight
When the definition of madness is love
Was lit by your knowledge of darkness
Your comfort corrects all the mistakes
I was born to make in this world
You are a very simple person
With a very complicated personality
Uninvited visitors with visions
Of watering your plants everyday
Commit suicide to write poems about you
It is impossible to love you madly
Without actually loving you madly
For the best results of your secrets
Of summer I will sacrifice my sanity
And become brilliantly absentminded
To remember how much I adore you
by Pedro Pietri
Saturday, April 11
Thursday, April 9
Son of God vs. Son of Man
