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PALE FIRE - NABOCOUG

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land

SMILE

JOHN DONNE

SO, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away ;
Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,
And let ourselves benight our happiest day.
We ask none leave to love ; nor will we owe
Any so cheap a death as saying, "Go."

Go ; and if that word have not quite killed thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Or, if it have, let my word work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."

LAST WEEKS COVER FOR THE GUARDIAN NEWSPAPER GUIDE

PSYCHEDELIC ROCK POSTERS FROM SAN FRANCISCO























Picked up this book from the library. A bunch of poster designs from the 70's psychedelic era by Wes Wilson, Nicholas Kouninous, Victor Moscoso, Steve Renick, Rick Griffin.

PICK YOUR POWER ANIMAL





























JOSEPH WOOD




BLACK OP BADGES

























TANGO MAN TELLS GOD HOW IT IS


JIM JONES, PEOPLE'S TEMPLE & KOOLAID


MISSED SOME GOOD ONES









CULTS ARE COOL






WAYNE LEVIN - HANGING WITH CTHULU