The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."
e. e. cummingsAnd still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.
e. e. cummingsIf 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
e. e. cummingslove being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
e. e. cummingsA bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say 'just wondering' when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go.
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