Jan 26th, 2010 by Kimberley
Interior
Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.Dorothy Parker

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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
- A Softer World
- Achewood
- Boy On a Stick & Slither
- Bunny
- Cat and Girl
- Chicken Head
- Creatures in my Head
- Cyanide & Happiness
- Devoted Bee
- Diesel Sweeties
- Exploding Dog
- F Minus
- Fly Guy
- Hand Rooster
- Lines – Connected & Otherwise
- Married to the Sea
- PBF
- Roman Dirge’s Spookland
- The Warehouse
- Things Apart
- Thrdgll
- Toothpaste for Dinner
















this looks familiar…
Yeah, wonder where it came from?
but it’s still cute as hell. “Drive out of town!”
I LOVE that! How cute! “He got dead.” So funny!
Yeah, that’s a keeper for sure. I love how he sounds all sad one minute and then PIP! right back up. Kids are the best.