My thoughts on life


I know that you might not care what I have to say, but you can at least listen.

I forget how to move
When my mouth is this dry
And my eyes are bursting hearts
In a bloodstained sky
Oh, it was sweet and wild
-The cure, "Homesick"

"When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fellows, his great throat a-bellows as he sings a song of the younger world, which is the song of the pack"

-Jack London, Call of the Wild

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