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Let them have it; it's theirs

 Beauty goes out of the world and it's only the beating of flesh that fills the air. It's only the moaning of some whore made good by the bank balance of a richer man. Let them bang on at it. Let the flesh smells rot the air. As for this withering part of the tree, As for me:  I will enjoy the last rays of the sun.  People are such a disappointment.
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Do Not Cheapen Love

 Last time I was in BKK I was passing through Siam station and a schoolgirl was being stopped from committing suicide by the police and a large crowd that had gathered. I just cried and cried and cried. There is no end to the tragedy in this world.

Do not cheapen your love. It's easy to pull the wool over a liar's eyes. But to do so carries the built-in assumption that you have time to waste on liars. 





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