and now.... another episode of Existentialist Firefighter
Thou sovereign of my heart treasured in the deepest fastness of my chest
in the fullness of my thought
there ... unknown divinity!
Oh, can I really believe the poet's tales
that when one first sees the object of one's love
one imagines one has seen her long ago
that all love like all knowledge is remembrance
that love too has its prophecies in the individual
it seems to me that I should have to possess the beauty of all girls in order to draw out a beauty equal to yours
that I should have to circumnavigate the world in order to find the place I lack
and which the deepest mystery of my whole being points towards
and at the next moment you are so near to me
filling my spirit so powerfully that I am transfigured for myself
and feel that it's good to be here......
oh.... and, 911, whats your emergency?
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"Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, <br />that's where they expect it least"
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