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You really should read this. It's powerful stuff.
The fat policeman entered the tomb, walked a few bewildered moments, then shouted with a stretched voice: “Omar Khayyám!”
No one answered, so he took a dirty white handkerchief from his pocket, searched in its folds, balled it up, and returned it to his pocket. He shouted grouchily: “Omar Khayyám…Omar Khayyám…You are wanted to stand trial!”
No one answered. The policeman left the tomb and returned to the police station. There, he wrote a report on the events, stressing Omar Khayyám’s refusal to appear in court. He presented his report to his bosses, who scowled in denial and shock. They began to issue orders. They immediately dispatched a number of policemen to the tomb, each carrying a shovel and pickax, and the policemen dug up Omar Khayyám’s grave. They brought Khayyám out from beneath the soil — drooping, dusty, and worn of flesh — and carried him to the courtroom, where he appeared before the judge.
The judge said in a sedate and friendly tone: “You, oh, Omar Khayyám, are accused of writing poetry that praises — and calls for the drinking of — wine. Our countries aspire toward economic independence, thus our laws forbid the importation of foreign goods. Since our countries lack the ability to manufacture wine, your poetry constitutes an incitement of demand for foreign goods — something the law punishes without hesitation. Do you admit and recognize your guilt?”
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The desert is coming to England
The desert is coming to England. The daisies are pushing up dust. The henges are looming through ashes. Our sunsets are ochre and rust. And plaster Elizabeth peers from the sand, And plaster Victoria’s one outstretched hand Is silently crumbling back into the land Where the desert is coming to England.
We don’t know how long it was coming, The route that it wove through the wars. Our safety for years has been sealing Our ears and our minds and our doors. We thought we’d stay safe from the sorrows of what The wider world whispered by keeping them shut But the borders are closed and the cables are cut And the desert’s still coming to England
So sing of Britannia’s twilight, A lullaby to it’s last gleaming: Under the shadows, the satellite-fires To usher the end of her dreaming. We thought it would come with the beat of a drum, With the fire of our bows burning bright like the sun, But silently, slowly and softly it’s come: The desert is coming to England.
Today’s advice comes from none other than Maximilien Robespierre.
I dreamed I spoke in another’s language, I dreamed I lived in another’s skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator’s name. I dreamed–and this dream was the finest– That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you.
Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War (via mysharona1987)
Beautiful!
anyway i love being autistic
reblog if you love being autistic, love people who are autistic, or want to punch every ableist jerk in the mouth.
Love it.
Blue plate Special by JeffLeeJohnson
Amen!
11 stages of love in arabic.
1. الْهَوَى (hawa) = Attraction The beginning of love. This love can arise suddenly, but is transient, not yet firm in the heart. 2. الْعَلاقَةُ (‘alaqah) = Attachment Love that becomes attached to the heart, and loses the transitory property ofhawa. 3. الْكَلَفُ (kalaf) = Infatuation Love that begins to intensify and have a physical affect on the lover. 4. الْعِشْقُ (‘ishq) = Desire Love that engulfs the heart of the lover entirely, and takes it as its residence, such that love and the heart in which it resides become intimately familiar with one-another. This love blinds the lover to any faults in the beloved. 5. الشّعَفُ / اللَّوْعَةُ / اللعَاج (sha’af, law’ah, li’aj) = Passion Love that starts to burn, but at this stage, the love is still pleasurable in the heart. 6. الشّغَفُ (shaghaf) = Affliction Destructive, all-consuming love. The heart begins to be devoured by the love. 7. اَلْجَوَى (jawaa)= Grief Love that started with the outer covering of the heart. It takes over the entire heart, and results in an inner grief and sorrow. 8. التّيْمُ (taym) = Enslavement Love to the point where the heart is enslaved to the beloved. 9. التَّبْل (tabl) = Malady Love, which was once living pleasurably in the heart, having made it its home, now turns against the heart, and so overwhelms, confounds and bewilders it, that it is as though it were its enemy. 10. التَّدْلِيْه (tadleeh) = Disorder Love when the heart is thus being destroyed from within, and begins to lose all sense of balance and reason, it goes into a state of chaos and disorder. 11. الْهُيُوْمُ (huyum) = Insanity Love that comes to its conclusion.
No grass here
You have been visited by Knah’lehn, devourer of worlds.
Planet earth is going to be eaten, unless you reblog with “No grass here” in the next 30 seconds.
Riverdale: The River's edge
A tale of a town It looks oh so nice It’s river so sweet But something dark lurks underneath
A new arrival From a city so mad To run from a scandal Caused by her Dad
A fiery Blossom With very cold roots Fighting a rival Who knows what to choose
A bond of love Painful for one The other feels nothing Not for so long
A secret of two A shot in the light Must never be told Or it will drive one to flight
Passion and lust Between two in the night Uncovers a body A Blossom has died
A Writer A Singer A Lover A Killer
A murder A watery dredge Thus starts the story on the river’s edge