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The First Thing That Comes to Your Mind
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(last edited Jul 11, 2013 08:39PM)
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Jul 11, 2013 08:34PM
Sleep, that sirens' call to the land of Queen Mab, that respite into unconsciousness or its terror of the infinite, will out.
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Michael from Lost and the Tenth Doctor both playing Mercucio in different productions of Romeo & Juliet.
Shakespeare's first seventeen sonnets.
. . . reduced, for the modern reader, to humorous 5-7-5 verse, by the dedicated staff at the W.S.S.
Where its members are brought up on charges of manslaughter for death by laughter.
“. . . this fell sergeant, death,Is strict in his arrest. Alas! If only
He had not arrived thus snickering,
Appareled in a pink tutu . . .”
thinking about what should i read this weekend
Being confronted by my library, my indecisiveness keeps me from reading anything at all except a comic book or two.
The Grimm comic book I can't get this month.
The disorder I face because I’m better at acquiring than at deacquisitioning.
Confessions of a shopaholic - a novel that I didn't want to read.
Why do I keep buying books when I don’t have time to read the books I have?
To read or not to read, that is the question. Whether tis nobler to peruse the smut or their anti-thesis.
"Don't fear the smut, Dan!""I don't fear the smut; I transcend it."
- After Hours, Indiana Jones episode
I am thinking now that I am SO grateful I didn't post what I was gonna. I would have deeply regretted it! Though it was probably a funny joke.
Sticking my right foot in my mouth to avoid having to do the same with the left
A middle-aged man with a beer bottle in hand twirling around Las Vegas.
Middle-aged man reading Ducky's comment and taking a few moments before he says, "Oh my! That is me!" Then goes to Vegas.
A middle-aged man in a Las Vegas strip club watching pastied women twirling around a brass pole.
A tasseled pastie flies through the air and lands in his drink.
The coroner noted that the accidental cause of death was strangulation due to tasselated depastiation.
I was thinking killer robots, but now that I say it out loud, I like your theory better.
A suspense-thriller-action-scifi novel written by Belly, Guy, M and Edward.
An unlikely collaboration, that produced the worst novel of the year, though decades later it had a devoted following.
Once edited by Leslie Anne, the book rose from the discard bin to best seller in the town of Timbuktu.
A city built around a lake, with the roads forming an octogon so that it looks like the symbol of the Pearl Station of the Dharma Initiative.
That moment when your reading a book and you come the the part where it's so emotionally painful and sad, your hearts break for them. :(
the moment I connect with a character so much they almost become real. (An UN-imaginary friend)
The moment when I locate a summary and can leave the rest of the novel unread.
The song From this moment by Shania Twain.
Driving down a long road at sunset, flipping through radio stations.
Listening to Laurie Brown's radio show, the Signal, 2.5 times using radio webcasting and time shifts.
Romantic songs that make you smile while you daydream the different possibilities. ;)
Carmina Burana's O Fortuna and the song about the black swan being roasted for dinner, Olim lacus colueram.
Going to your comfortable, warm bed and sleeping to your heart's content.
And that is exactly what I am in the process of doing! Good night!
The thrill of writing verse while starching and ironing in the hours before dawn.
A great workout for the body and mind.
At home, in the early afternoon, listening to Paul Horn's China and practising Kundalini yoga in my library.
Imaging a whole library with all the different books you could have...
Spending an entire day reading Tolstoy's novels or short stories.
Struggling to stay awake through overdrawn melodrama and too many names.
Not being able to sleep because you wanna continue reading a book that has you on the edge of your seat!
The shrill histrionics of Ginsberg's howlings are overdrawn and ultimately unsatisfying.
Why does the word melodrama sound so beautiful but it itself is not musical or pleasant in any way, shape or form?
And why is melodrama so awful in whatever situation it manifests--in real life, on film, in plays, novels?
