gypsies tramps and thieves

i had a dream about you last night. you hugged me for a long, long time. one of those lingering ones. i don't know why you thought i needed it. or why i did or might.

i pulled down a branch today and collected some lilacs and couldn't stop pressing them to my face. the most overtaking scent.

the people i long for deeply are always wrong ones. i mean the longing can only burn out alone.

did i already say that i read somewhere that 'innocent'actually means 'i do no harm,' which is interesting b/c eeeveryone does harm, regardless of intention, and speaking of intention, this definition says nothng about one's intention.

"...i never want to be parted from you from this day on."

retour

Underground art turns into mere trendiness not because of external factors but because of the people who practice it. They create a desert around themselves, then complain there is no water.
Why don't they try drinking from the wells within their own bodies? They should instead drop a ladder deep into their own bodies and climb down it.
Let them pluck the darkness from within their own bodies and eat it.
But they always seek resolution from outside themselves.
Hijikata Tatsumi