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Slept a lot today; dreamt of angry, tender blogposts.

23 instructional signs that must exist in video game worlds

23 instructional signs that must exist in video game worlds

No Road; Philip Larkin

Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time’s eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers — our neglect
Has not had much effect.

Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,
And still would be allowed. A little longer,
And time will be the stronger,

Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will’s fulfilment.
Willing it, my ailment.

I feel so sad, House is over

I mean it was long in the coming, it was getting a little tired, but you never want anything to end.

Si un jour la vie t’arrache à moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m’importe si tu m’aimes
Car moi je mourrais aussi
(if one day life takes you from me,
if you should die, be far away from me,
I care little, so long you love me,
for I, too, would die.)
L’Hymne à l’Amour; Edith Piaf
Je ne regrette rien

Non! Rien de rien …
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal tout ça m’est bien égal !

Non ! Rien de rien …
Non ! Je ne regrette rien…
C’est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé!

Avec mes souvenirs
J’ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n’ai plus besoin d’eux !

Balayés les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro …

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Just watched La vie en rose; I really like the whole feel of French movies. I’ll put it into words when I figure out what it is that draws me to them.

Marion Cotillard is good.

Poem (for Ema); Nikki Giovanni

though i do wonder
why you intrigue me
I recognize that an exceptional moth
is always drawn
to an exceptional flame

you’re not at all what you appear
to be
though not so very different

I’ve not learned
the acceptable way of saying
you fascinate me
I’ve not even learned
how to say I like you
without frightening people
away

sometimes I see things
that aren’t really there
like warmth and kindness
when people are mean
but sometimes I see things
like fear and want to soothe it
or fatigue and want to share it
or love and want to to receive it

is that weird
you think everyone is weird
though you’re not really hypocritical
you just practice not being
what you want to be
and fail to understand
how others would dare
to be otherwise
that’s weird to me
flames don’t flicker
forever
and moths are born to be burned

it’s an unusual way
to start a friendship
but nothing lasts forever