October 2011
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“Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips...”
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“The universal ideal of beauty in greek sculpture, likewise approaches a close...”
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Oh my darling...
In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner forty niner, And his daughter Clementine ~Chorus~ Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes, without topses, Sandals were for Clementine.
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“Opium of the people
Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem...”
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What turns me on
…a good chess-player, who has lost a game, is genuinely convinced that his failure is due to his blunders, and he seeks the blunder at the commencement of the game, forgetting that at every move during the whole game there were similiar errors, that not one piece has been played as perfectly as possible. the blunder on which he concentrates his attention attracts his notice simply because...
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I would not forget in a hurry either...
…the magnifying/minifying effects of this most beautiful sentence. “I love oil lamps, inspite of their having been, with candles, and if I except the stars, the first lights I ever knew.” -S. Beckett (stories and texts for nothing)
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“ALONE
From childhood’s hour, i have not been as others were, i have not...”
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