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but you must remember that you are someone else and I am still right here --I am becoming-- Ich war Atheist bis ich merkte dass ich Gott bin so snow, so snow-tired eyes, so crusty and dusty eyelids screech across those snow-tired eyes nownownownownownownownownow-----------------------------------------------------

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he had seen the light while riding his Harley one dark desert night, he should pass on a thought to the world on this day, "LOVE IS THE ANSWER," then putted away

Today is the greatest day I have ever seen

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and it pains me to even think of the women who couldn't muster a "no" when I want to be Ellen, I like you but there's a wall up which I cannot climb, even though the suckers at the end my fingers have been is this working I cannot see if it is but that's all right I guess it is working

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because although his eyes blazed with good intent, his hands ruined marriages, careers and the faith in God of a more than a few good people who never saw him as driven by ego, which he absolutely was

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it looks just fine to me and so does the world we live in today and tomorrow which only improves in inverse relation to the way people complain about how things used to be and how much worse they are now even though they're really better (but different) and things will continue to decline if we do not use our minds to create solutions rather than waste our time on drivel

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considerin Facts don't come with points of view, Facts don't do what I want them to

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the sad thing is that insominia is often disguised as a terrible social disease when in fact it is quite normal for most driven, entrepreneurial, outgoing individuals who don't know when to stop their inevitable drive to the top

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I turned my inward self to my Higher Power …

Wow, I was a part of the world's first collaborative sentence!

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We came across three green Acadias in the stable where two horses stood eating strange lASTING MARzipan when all of a sudden one of the Acadias said: Black is my color, though sometimes I like white also, right, also red a lot, specially when it's my cat purring softly

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when Richard Nixon said, "Menin aeide, Thea, Peleadeo Akilleus," as he boarded the plane for the last time, vanity

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and now it's memory

only memory for me

sounds of water

and the moon a feral cousin

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why does it always get so late so fast all alone on a friday night at work I feel connected to everyone and noone at the same time as though anyone really cares - yet I do; in that somnambulistic nether world betwixt and between there is concern for it all - not worry, just concern any fool can make an enemy, but it takes a good man to make one's enemy ones friend

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so the thing occurred to me that if I cut off my foot people might respect me more or at least pay attention to me limping down the highway or perhaps an eye missing and an eye patch like some Napoleonic hero with a sword rusted from continental wars and a sash of Chinese silk as red as the lips of a country wife cooking sourdough biscuits in the cool afternoon of late summer in the mountains rearing up over the shoulder of the world cool and soft like my cousin Jane that summer on the lake in the late 1950's though every time I've touched someone remains burned into my brain like as I walked down moshoulu parkway, the street of my youth, in my mind while sitting here in new jersey, the idea of the Bronx became more real to me yet again I hear the birds sing their sweet song of indolence as the street sweepers and feral dogs lusted after the twilight softly falling on the street corner

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And of course, there, alone on a bench as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish leaping, frogs croaking in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting for the sun to rise and shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake And of course, there, alone on a bench as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish leaping, frogs croaking in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting for the sun to rise and shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake

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the problem for the revolutionary artist in the nineteenth century -- perhaps it is still the problem -- was how to use the conditions of artistic production with easel, in the studio, in the salon for a month, and then on the wall of a sitting room in the Faubourg Saint-Germain?

how to a means of artistic distribution to bypass the art market or the exhibition? how to destroy the normal public for art, and invent another? how to make art "popular"? how to exploit one's privacy, and the insights it allowed, and yet escape from it?

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After this, Jon decided, finally, to attempt to bring the killers to justice, in his own way, of course, and, in so doing, rid the world of a terrible scourge, reviled by all yet fascinating as well to a small, perverted subset of the community who had watched their antics progress from random, petty violence to the full-fleged sociopathic acts they had been performing, almost as if for entertainment for our benefit, for the last eight months all this mirroring the other night, when, travelling uptown on the 6 train, a man and a woman got on at 23rd street, laughing and babbling to one another in some uncomprehensible language while I leaned back against the bench, trying hard not to fall asleep, and the woman sitting next to me jabbed at my arm and asked me creakily, a microphone held up to her neck because I think her larnyx had been removed, “What language you think they're talking"

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Everything is deeply interwingled

I want to be unique, just like everyone else