March 2012
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FiveMinuteBullshit
one winter
we tried for a child.
warm and weak
she came.
so weak she lost
her breath.
through tears
we knew she was true.
we tried again
that summer of lust.
the second, so lovely
blue on her lips.
but she was cold-
the midwife wept.
one look at her hands
she was a lie.
half-ghosts
they haunt.
half-ghosts
they call.
“We are all insects…groping toward something terrible or divine.”
– Philip K. Dick - The Man in The High Castle (1962)
“As soon as work and the cold restrain us no longer, as soon as their...”
– Journey to the End of the Night (1932) - Louis Ferdinand Celine
