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Longer hair, shorter days. Where does the love go? I really don't care.

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I overdream every dream, my love, when I dream about you. I don’t know what to feel anymore, feeling all this for you. I don’t know what it means anymore, if you mean that much to me.

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Should I keep changing until I become something that has an other? I’ve tried that. What else can I do for love?

Keetje Kuiper

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A female body — all bodies, really — is a machine. Every part of the body is part of a central communication system, relaying information and performing the labors necessary to live, necessary to participate in society, necessary to stay a productive member of our societies. The only reason we don’t consider our labor the labor of a robot, which is a Slavic word literally meaning “to labor,” is because we are composed of entirely organic material.

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An enthusiasm pulsed through me whose language I knew well. These are modern times, I told myself. But we are not trapped in them. We can go where we like, communicating with angels, to reprise a time in human history more science fiction than the future.

from M Train by Patti Smith 

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by Bernard Boutet de Monvel

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Do what thou wilt...