Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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April 14, 2004:

Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down. With every mistake no matter how trivial there will follow retribution, and you will pay, and pay, and pay, and pay, and pay, until the lust for vengeance is satisfied and the need returns to more standard lusts. And it will ever be so, as it ever has been so, until the worms have grown fat and the dust of your bones is scattered to the lonely winds.