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The burrow is a hole made in fine sand, or rather in a sort of dust at the bottom of a natural shelter. Its entrance-passage is very short, merely an inch or two, without a bend, and leads to a single, roomy, oval chamber.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 3:23 PM EST
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It does not matter what is said and done
The eyes have it.
The mind's legislative faculty
Is unconcerned with appearances and words
Nothing is over and done with.
    Nothing.
Not even your malice.
Especially your malice.
So do not apologize to me.

I have walked stooped beneath your heart,
That cold blooded crown
That holds the glinting jewel
Of contradiction in your eyes.

I think that I shall gouge them
From your skull
And crush them in my fist

Give you a dog to see with
Give you eyes that pant and salivate,
Eyes that creep on all fours
Eyes that cringe at the sound of my voice;
    Lie to me then.

Tell me life is good to you
When all your memories distilled
Into the transformed image, the Idea,
Of a mechanical hand reaching
To dig out your eyes.
    Lie to me then.
    Lie to me then, Dog-eyes.
    Lie to me then.


Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:07 PM EDT
Updated: Monday, February 21, 2011 1:22 PM EST
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I am thinking just now of nobody                                                             And all that nobody's done.                                                                     For I've a passion for nobody                                                                   That nobody else would own.                                                                   I bear the name of nobody,                                                                     For from nobody I sprung.                                                                       And I sing the praise of nobody                                                                As nobody mine has done.

In life's young morning nobody                                                                To me was tender and dear                                                                      And my cradle was rocked by nobody                                                        For nobody was ever near.                                                                        I was petted and praised by nobody                                           

And nobody brought me up.                                                                     And when I was hungry nobody                                                                Gave me to drink and sup.

I went to school to nobody,                                                                      And nobody taught me to read.                                                                I played in the streets with nobody                                                           And nobody ever gave heed.                                                                    I recounted my tale to nobody                                                                 For nobody was willing to hear,                                                                 And my heart it clung to nobody                                                               And to nobody to shed a tear. 

And when I grew older, nobody                                                                 Gave me a helping turn.                                                                          And by the good aid of nobody,                                                                 I began my living to earn.                                                                        And hence I courted nobody                                                                    And said I'd nobody be,                                                                           I asked to marry nobody                                                                          And nobody married me.

Thus I trudged with nobody                                                                      And nobody cheers my life.                                                                      I have love for nobody                                                                             Which nobody has for his wife.                                                                 So here's a health to nobody                                                                    For nobody's now in town,                                                                       And I've a passion for nobody                                                                  That nobody else would own.


Posted by oblivion-s-home at 10:22 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, April 22, 2011 10:49 AM EDT
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Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:03 PM EDT
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