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we've got our obsessions. I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you. we've got our obsessions all you ever think about is sick ideas involving me, involving you

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. Scarley, likes poetry, literature, and books in general. here you will find quotes and paragraphs and pictures of book related stuff. happy hunting.

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I shall be mad if you
   get smashed about,
We’ve had good times
  together, you and I;
Although you groused a bit
  when luck was out,
And women passionless,
  and we went dry.

Yet there are many things
  we have not done;
Countries not seen, where
  people do strange things;
Eat fish live, and mimic in
  the sun
The solemn gestures of
  their stone-grey kings.

I’ve heard of forests that are
  dim at noon
Where snakes and creepers
  wrestle all day long;
Where vivid beasts grow
  pale with the full moon,
Gibber and cry, and wail a
  mad old song;

Because at the full moon
  the Hippogriff,
With crinkled ivory snout
  and agate feet,
With his green eyes will
  glare them cold and stiff
For the coward Wyvern to
  come down and eat.

Vodka and kvass, and bitter
  mountain wines
We have not drunk, nor
  snatched at bursting
  grapes
To pelt slim girls along
  Sicilian vines
Who’d flicker through the
  leaves, faint frolic shapes.

Yes, there are many things
  we have not done,
But it’s a sweat to knock
  them into rhyme,
Let’s have a drink and give
  the cards a run
And leave dull verse to the
   dull peacefull time.

The Soldier Adresses His Body
Edgell Rickword

Who are these! Why sit
   they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they,
  purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from  
  jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like  
  skulls’ teeth wicked.
Stroke on stroke of pain, -
  but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round 
  their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and 
  through their hand palms
Misery swelters. Surely we
   have perished Sleeping, and walk hell; but
  who these hellish?

—These are men whose
  minds the Dead have
  ravished.
Memory fingers in their
  hair of murders.
Multitudinous murders
  once they witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh
  these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs
  that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these
   things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter 
  of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable and 
  human squander
Rucked too thick for these
   men’s extrication.

Therefore still their eyeballs
  shrink tormented
Back into their brains
  because on their sense
Sunlight becomes a blood-
  smear; night comes
  blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a
  wound that bleeds afresh
—Thus their heads they wear
  this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-  
smiling corpses.
—Thus their hands are
  plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts
   of their scourging;
Snatching after us who 
  smote them, brother;
Pawing us who dealt them
  war and madness.

Mental Cases
Wilfred Owen

#BookADay Thirty: would save from a burning building

It’s the tale of Icarus!! But in space!! Blackholes are the main focus!! Blackholes warp time!! And the Backgrounds are NASA images!!

#BookADay Twenty Nine: reread most often

I am a classics nerd so sue me. This one’s in rhyming couplets!!!

#BookADay Twenty Eight: bought at my favourite independent book store Favourite Mary Sue

Plotwise Ariel Manto either has to have mental difficulties or be the one person in the world who can do those things in spite of that. I don’t care I still really love this book.

#BookADay Twenty Seven: want to be one of the charactersIf magic exists it would exist like this and I want in.

#BookADay Twenty Seven: want to be one of the characters

If magic exists it would exist like this and I want in.

#BookADay Twenty Six: Should have sold more

they may not have been the best books in the world but they should have sold more.

#BookADay Twenty Five: never finishedI keep trying, and I keep getting to about the same place and loosing all interest. It&#8217;s just so wordy and snail paced. 

#BookADay Twenty Five: never finished

I keep trying, and I keep getting to about the same place and loosing all interest. It’s just so wordy and snail paced. 

#BookADay Twenty Four: hooked you into reading

okay they didn’t quite hook me into reading, but they started me on a journey that’s only now culminating in writing a YA book centred around celtic mythology.

#BookADay Twenty Three: made to read in school
as you can see I haven&#8217;t really read it since…(interesting fact, William Golding taught at the local boys grammar school near to where I live)

#BookADay Twenty Three: made to read in school

as you can see I haven’t really read it since…
(interesting fact, William Golding taught at the local boys grammar school near to where I live)

#BookADay Twenty Two: Out of print

Crime Club novels have the best covers.