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All those years, Ethan never knew that his shrivelled conjoined identical twin lay buried, half-alive, just a few centimetres behind his sinuses.

All those years, Ethan never knew that his shrivelled conjoined identical twin lay buried, half-alive, just a few centimetres behind his sinuses.

DIY Miley Wrecking Ball Ornament

DIY Miley Wrecking Ball Ornament

Royals ("Sad Clown With The Golden Voice" Version) Lorde Cover →

better than the original in my humble opinion

Do not go gentle into that good nightby Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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"They always say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
---Andy Warhol

"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."
---Oscar Wilde

"I'm gonna kill the horse I rode in on, and continue beating its corpse till someone stops me."
--- my lover, May 2008.
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