We dream without memory, in such a way that the dream of any particular night is no doubt a fragment of a response to an immemorial dying, barred by desire’s repetitiousness. There is no stop, there is no interval between dreaming and waking Maurice Blanchot
I love Amy Winehouse yet am so … so…frustrated? Angry?…that she would take such a gift and throw it away. That blend of vocal cords, human resonators, passion..all gone.
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I love Amy Winehouse yet am so … so…frustrated? Angry?…that she would take such a gift and throw it away. That blend of vocal cords, human resonators, passion..all gone.
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