December 2009
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…and in years to come,
I will be someone else
but still the same ever...
– In the woods…
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?...
– T. S. Eliot, In THE WASTE LAND
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One Word is Too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley
One word is too often...
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Quod me nutrit me destruit
– Christopher Marlowe
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bissexuality? a parenthesis to the question
My cousin and I went to drink and have some fun together before she travels for a three-month course in LA. She brought a friend with her and we sat at a bar and ordered beer for 3. By the time, we were already in the subject of bissexuality because we bumped at a bar loaded with gay people. My cousin supports the idea that bissexuality is an illusion so to people feel that they would have double...
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You find it hard to forgive those who, early in life, have come to enjoy the...
– Markings - Dag Hammarskjöld
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“Pornographers are the enemies of women only because our contemporary ideology of pornography does not encompass the possibility of change, as if we were the slaves of history and not its makers. Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.” Angela Carter
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Pornography is human imagination in tense theatrical action; its violations are...
– Camille Paglia
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We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter...
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Hitler is dead
Last night I dreamt (among other personal stuff) I was Hitler. For the first time in my life I had a dream I was someone else and I could have picked famous celebrities, wild animals and even movie characters. But somehow I was there, in the fall of the Third Reich, the war had reached Berlin and I was escaping alone. Everybody thoughts was “Hitler is dead”, and this was the only...
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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
– Henry Wadsworth
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just another talk
— The two last nights, I dreamt of you. But I just can’t remember what was it…
— I wish you could, but I’m glad to know you dreamt of me.
— Once I was told when you don’t remember what dreams you had, it means that you haven’t yet overcame it.
— It makes sense.
— Yeah.
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conversation with oscar
There is a grief that hides away,
in every little corner of every little day
with sudden relief, in sudden decay.
Dear friend, Oscar Wilde,
I feared the pour of sorrows
at every little while.
I mend my words, I cross my heart,
I believed in things I’ve ever not.
All of this, a sole vain effort
upon my neck strength’ns the knot
And so it comes, silent, putrid, rot
My...
&/\&/\&/\&
I am tired of myself. Why, God? Why?