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beauty peeped trough
From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage
Some beauty peeped through lattice of
seared age.
extract from A LOVER'S COMPLAINT
(W.Shakespeare)
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winter plus
positive aspect of winter: bread&butter THF 01/10
please excuse the dust, i was way too lazy to clean my negatives after working my ass off.
ps: j.. will you marry me?
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2010-02-17
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Here lies a golden heart and a grimly gob. Good night!
Kurt Tucholsky - Politische Briefe (Political letters)
Dear Friend,
After spending too much money on shoes that do not fit and lipstick that I already owned, I've finally showed some sense and bought this book for one euro at a thrift store. It's much much better than any history book and makes me want to find a penpal. (Anyone interested? I've got notepaper with kittens on it!) Sadly it seems like there's no english translation of Tucholsky's letters.
You're called reader. And I'm called J.
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