(Source: betterpinchme, via ayebee)
on fire
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
A section from one of Satan’s soliloquy’s upon leaving Hell in search of man.
Paradise Lost by John Milton
Book IV Lines 75-8
Satan by Gustave Dore in Paradise Lost.
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Fucked Up - Magic Word
Write in vines and speak in tongues,
Double meanings in my lungs
Brazen head spits out the skies,
These words are heavy but I’m alright.
The tangled web inside my head
changed the canvas as it spread,
Concepts mushroomed as I talked
Notions opened as I walked,
Chemistry is just a word we use to describe
What occurs when subtle changes in your mind make energy from common lives.
(Source: billywilder)
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bonjour
The Most Serene Republic - Heavens to Purgatory
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