Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 2: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 3: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
- 4: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 5: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
- 6: I can see the alchemy
- 7: Is it the lustre of immortality?
- 8: Distant as a northern star
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