miércoles, mayo 02, 2012
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
BLANCHE:
stop it. Let go of that broom. I won't have you cleaning up for him!
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This is a tribute to all the dead ideas who once aspired for some form of greatness, ad astra per aspera. And even to those humble thoughts who just wanted their fifteen minutes. This is for all the choked grief of dispersed brainwaves. Only the silent future will judge them now.