this is what Kubla Khan's palace would look like :"3
the beautiful cavern of my dream
I've decided to make a mini-shrine for opium and its creative wonders on my blog! Check back for frequent updates. ;D
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
My gentle-hearted Charles!
I love you, bro.
I wrote a poem about you today. : D
It's about nature and stuff. About how you have pined and hunger'd after nature, while pent in the great city - oh, I know your feelings, I feel your pain, my dear friend! I know that even in the city, you can enjoy nature, though, for nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure, and all seasons shall be sweet to thee. :"3
I wrote a poem about you today. : D
It's about nature and stuff. About how you have pined and hunger'd after nature, while pent in the great city - oh, I know your feelings, I feel your pain, my dear friend! I know that even in the city, you can enjoy nature, though, for nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure, and all seasons shall be sweet to thee. :"3
How I wish all my opium-induced dreams were agreeable....
I dreamed about Mary tonight. If only she had not been engaged! If only we could have married when I so desperately needed a wife to begin our pantisocracy! I don't love Sarah, and Southey has left me as a friend along with her sister.
I woke up in the middle of the night; my own loud scream had waked me from the fiendish dream, and I wept as I had been a child. Oh, miserable, miserable woman! To be beloved is all I need, and whom I love, I love indeed... but if only she loved me back! If only she was not married. : (
I woke up in the middle of the night; my own loud scream had waked me from the fiendish dream, and I wept as I had been a child. Oh, miserable, miserable woman! To be beloved is all I need, and whom I love, I love indeed... but if only she loved me back! If only she was not married. : (
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