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Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just
Ourselves And Immortality.

Emily Dickinson

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had.

Gary Jules

I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us.



Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page.
They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen