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I am in here.
the type who delays need of any response from me by relating my side of the story for me, to me.
The Director of Composition seems to have more than the normal number of eyebrows.
Kekuléan
I presume it’s probably facilitate that the tennis coach mistook for accentuate, though accelerate, while clunkier than facilitate, is from a phonetic perspective more sensible, as a mistake.
my eyes two great pale zeros.
It strikes me that EXIT signs would look to a native speaker of Latin like red-lit signs that say HE LEAVES.
Brewster’s-Angle
‘I’m in here.’
I’m here.’
You are here.
ad valorem.
I
the face in the floor,
A U.S. of modern A. where the State is not a team or a code, but a sort of sloppy intersection of desires and fears, where the only public consensus a boy must surrender to is the acknowledged primacy of straight-line pursuing this flat and short-sighted idea of personal happiness:
like the fart was some kind of task,
Sometimes he finds out he believes something that he doesn’t even know he believed until it exits his mouth in front of five anxious little hairless plump trusting clueless faces.
John Wayne is of the sock-and-a-shoe, sock-and-a-shoe school.
Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith.’
Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.
Love of a woman, the sexual, it bends back in on the self, makes you narrow, maybe crazy. Choose with care. Love of your nation, your country and people, it enlarges the heart. Something bigger than the self.’
You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.
All other of our you say free choices follow from this: what is our temple.
‘In a case such as this you become the slave who believes he is free. The most pathetic of bondage. Not tragic. No songs. You believe you would die twice for another but in truth would die only for your alone self, its sentiment.’
Ingersoll’s parents founded the Rhode Island version of the service where you order groceries by TP and teenagers in fleets of station wagons bring them out to you, instead of supermarkets.
Nothing brings you together like a common enemy.’
I want to be like that. Able to just sit all quiet and pull life toward me, one forehead at a time.
What is unfair can be a stern but invaluable teacher.
pia-mater
evil people never believe they are evil, but rather that everyone else is evil.
you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
no single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.
The truth is that the hours before a suicide are usually an interval of enormous conceit and self-involvement.
dodger of flung acid extraordinaire—had
