In the Summertime

There was a young curate whose brain
Was deranged from the use of cocaine;
He lured a small child
To a corpse dark and wild,
Where he beat it to death with his cane.

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

andihearyouinmymind

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."
- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

fivedollamakeyouholla

My house if full of dead people's things....but not selling them.
Bitch, them things are priceless.
Oh, but you can have my hospital bed.

whenisayhilshireyousayfarm

You don’t have to go and join the fucking lunatics at PETA, just be a decent human and don’t support the despicable practices of the fur industry. If your definition of luxury is the result of the capture, torture, and slow killing of a helpless animal, your standards for class are not worth my fucking piss.

Batman

I love cripples, they’re fabulous.