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arpanko · 1 year
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Mustang - my mountesert !
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arpanko · 1 year
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How does one cope with post-vacay blues ..?
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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arpanko · 2 years
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whats your favorite quote from a great movie. Mine's this:
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arpanko · 2 years
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Moody Allen :D
It's funny how I feel Woody Allen's movies are about himself and then they suddenly become about me. The yearnings !
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arpanko · 2 years
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Synesthesia
I can see sounds and taste words 
Purple for misery, red for pain
My companion for life has now gone away 
My tongue perceives melancholy listening to the sounds of the train
I smell the light and drink the words
A melody and a beautiful note, enough for me to get to the roads
I have strummed some sadness, played nostalgia on the boards 
I’ve blown colors inside the flute and have painted some chords
I can listen to touch, I can hear your embrace
Even in the silence, I taste the sound of null, beautiful colors of nothingness 
Branches of perceptions overlapping in a single tree
Fusion of sensations in my brain, thanks to the almighty 
I dip my brush to the palette filled with bitterness
To sketch the truth of society
I drop my lust to the ballet filled with sweetness 
To surrender to the truth of sobriety 
I can see sounds and taste words 
Purple for misery, red for pain
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