One thing that saved the book were the notes that concluded each Canto. But, his notes were really useful and I believe the first time I read the Inferno, there were few notes so it was quite difficult figuring out who was who among the more contemporary characters.

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This is a blog about spirituality and mysticism, where wild thoughts can be exposed freely, like nudists on a beach. Only through confronting our most glaring weaknesses can we realize our true strength. Can we attain the mastery. How many more heads must you peck in. Before the day is through? I see you,. You funny, swaggering thug.

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com site in all the land! Ten Questions, Ten Answers. As a mother does,. Can you spare a love? She asked for his heart,. Just as polite as you please. Just gathered up her belongings. When he left her heart. Lying in the middle of the floor,.

Where words go to die. To be disgusted by society. Everyone looking for an instant fix. That will fuck for fun. Yet I want more than this. Sure men are the same. Looking for the next place. I want more than simple skin. I watch them use the words. That they do not understand. And fuck me for being who I am. The wind is blowing through the graves.

A priestess, holding a sacred chalice up to the Gods. Her fingers are not from the delicate porcelain hands of a doll. They are warm and vibrant against each side of my neck. Muscles in my neck strain to resist falling to Her gravity. A gentle head shake and a wicked smile. Her eyes tell me that this will not be rushed. Despite the Thunder, rolling in my Chest. I remain a compliant vessel.

You worship on your bleeding knees,. Open your mouth, and receive. The cold breath of self-righteousness. And pass it on, to impress. All the winter pale people;. A Message from Aldous Huxley.

But I refuse to sleep, unless I earn my keep. Parents supplied the table, now eats are my treat. We gonna defeat the struggle, you bet I made the pact. Dispelling stereotypes, this shit is getting tough. Seeing flashy dope dealers all around me.