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The Cats by H. P. Lovecraft
Babels of blocks to the high heavens tow’ring, Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flow’ring, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable by nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor, that rots in the sun. Colour and...
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.– Charles Bukowski (via madman-writer)
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be...– Clive Barker, in Abarat: Absolute Midnight (via yesterdayslover)
“You make my tongue loose” Bloc...