how do we know there are no cactuses out there breaking the law right now
— Earl Sweatshirt
there are some figures so shrouded in myth that historians cannot conclusively say they did or did not exist and it is that ideal that i aspire to
Jean Cocteau: [The gaunt, fine hands on the thorax; evacuation of the chest; a great breathing out from himself] It is not inspiration; it is expiration."
From The Paris Review article Jean Cocteau, The Art of Fiction No. 34, summer/fall 1964
I said El-P didn’t do it, so get the fuck outta here"
— Run the Jewels, Banana Clipper
No, but I know, but I know
I would have nowhere to go
No, but there’s nowhere to go, to go"
— Beirut, Rhineland (Heartland)
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias
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