I enjoy:

Golden sunlight. T.S Eliot/Plath/Whitman/Ginsberg/Kerouac. Murakami/Hemingway/Borges/Fitzgerald/J. Green. Political satire. Cobble stone. Handwritten Lists. Harry Potterings. Dr. Who. Sticky notes. Shakespeare. Fairy lights. And the questionable things that take place between the hours of 12am and 4am.

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~The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

~”If you are a dreamer, come in. 

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar. 

A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean-buyer. 

If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire. 

For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. 

Come in!

Come in!”

~”The time has come”, the Walrus said, “to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax: Of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings.”

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I pledge to read the printed word, through the digital era and beyond.