currrently reading/ planing to read
- DRACULA by Bram Stoker
- SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE by Kurt Vonnegzt
- 28 TAGE LANG by David Safier
- DAS FALSCHE GESICHT by Cécile Lemon
- STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE by Robert Louis Stevenson
- THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak
- HANNIBAL by Thomas Harris
- HANNIBAL RISING by Thomas Harris
- THE ANATOMY OF VIOLENCE by Adrian Raine
- THE BEGGAR STUDENT by Osamu Dazai
- FJODOR DOSTOJEWSKI: White Nights; the Idiot; etc.
- H.P. LOVECRAFT: The Call of Cthulhu; The Shadow over Innsmouth; etc.
- MURAKAMI: After Dark; Norwegian Wood; Dance Dance Dance; etc.
a short story by me
The penetrating smell of the raindid haunt away the flavor of anything else. Not a single flower had any chance to show their beautiful scent
They all let their heads drop. Sad, llike they would mourn about the dead.
With such polished patels clened by the rain
NOTHING EVER DISTURBED THEIR PEACE
Because the rain washed away everything. The sadness, the desparation, the anger, the bloos.
Now it was just a beautiful flower garden. Atropa Belladonna, Laburnum Anagyroides, Colchisum Autumnale.
Looking like paradise itseld.
well, the grey sky fell out of line. I wasn't able to determine a single cloud. They were a unit.
Such as we had been.
Slowly, I opened the iron door, leading to the flower garden where we stepped in together.
my favorites
- Donna Tartt
- Osamu Dazai
- Rick Riordan
- Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll
- Dracula by Bram Stoker
- Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Rage by Richard Bachmann
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
- The Girl in Red by Christina Henry
- The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai
- Wired differently by Anonymous
- Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller
by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .
ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."