February 2012
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“I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche
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“If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.”
– I Wrote This For You, The Sweet Release
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory...”
– T.S Eliot - The Waste Land
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“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
– Tom Waits
