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It's so simple. Let us know how you're doing in a line. me first. All my favorite messages come in at night. |
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« Reply #376 on: June 14, 2010, 11:04:24 PM » |
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Managed to maintain some sanity in an insane world. Yay me! |
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I change myself, I change the world
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« Reply #377 on: June 15, 2010, 01:12:47 AM » |
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Found piano sheet music for $1.50~I'm all aglow with joy! |
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« Reply #378 on: June 15, 2010, 12:57:36 PM » |
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don't fucking care anymore. |
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Sana
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« Reply #379 on: June 15, 2010, 03:31:19 PM » |
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Discovered a couple of white hair on my left temple.  |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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« Reply #380 on: June 15, 2010, 10:14:23 PM » |
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« Reply #381 on: June 16, 2010, 12:14:47 AM » |
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Actually felt the slight movement of interest in writing a new piece today. |
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« Reply #382 on: June 16, 2010, 09:54:41 AM » |
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Today is Bloomsday. "Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine." - Ulysses, James Joyce |
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« Reply #383 on: June 16, 2010, 10:16:16 AM » |
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Oh God yes. With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his companion of various constellations?
Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in incipent lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5,000 ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius (alpha in Canis Major) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distant and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the precession of equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging towards the constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a parenthesis of ininfinitesimal brevity. |
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When you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothing like a campfire and a can of beans. |
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« Reply #384 on: June 17, 2010, 12:22:17 AM » |
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« Reply #385 on: June 17, 2010, 11:54:09 AM » |
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yesdterday, while in town, i saw a load of people walking around dressed in period costume for Bloomsday. my quest to find a giant, comfy and non-expensive hoodie, is on going. the only one i could find was XL, the material was shite and it was expensive. might be cheaper to buy one online at this point. Today is Bloomsday.
"Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine." - Ulysses, James Joyce
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« Reply #386 on: June 17, 2010, 03:33:57 PM » |
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Love that book, yet to read it all, but I read through it with relish. The encyclopedia of one day. The measurements of your leg from the chair to the table as you drink tea. I mean, genius, crazy, unnecessary literary genome. |
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Do not confuse ingenuous with ingenious - Olaf
Dedicated to bad writing - Charles Bukowski
'A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.' - James Joyce
The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot -Andre Breton
Who has the courage to go into the dark places where there is nothing but feeling? - Thomas A. Clark
'For everything that is hidden will eventually be brought into the open and every secret should be brought to the light. Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand.' - Mark 4:22-23
Many a clever boy is flogged into a dunce and many an original composition corrected into mediocrity- Sir Walter Scott
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« Reply #387 on: June 17, 2010, 04:00:14 PM » |
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Learning metre and thinking, oh the light! (Ha ha, i can't stop the beat!) |
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Thinking.
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« Reply #388 on: June 18, 2010, 01:14:36 PM » |
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quinoa veggie stew. green tea. season 2 of leverage on dvd. no work. |
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Another part of punctuation is capital letters and small letters. Anybody can really do as they please about that and in English printing one may say that they always have.
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Lolita Twist
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Doesn't get paid for this shit.
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« Reply #389 on: June 18, 2010, 02:57:59 PM » |
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Took Xanax, went to beach with kids, nipples popped out from cold water; contemplating a nap, have paperwork due on the 21st but want to sleep instead. |
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". . . and I believe in the God of myself: the one that sees as much colour in a brick as in a rose. - CB
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« Reply #390 on: June 18, 2010, 05:11:00 PM » |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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