Monday, October 1, 2012

I called to my executioners to let me bite the ends of their guns, as I died. I called to all plagues to stifle me with sand and blood. Disaster was my god. I stretched out in mud. I dried myself in criminal air. I played clever tricks on insanity.
Spring brought to me an idiot’s terrifying laughter.

Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell

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