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The Meter

i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be alone; i, yes, when work is done. not a passable dread: a golden key for an emerald lock! i was not built on shock. i was not, will not clock. And now you could read... Heart of Darkness A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius The Sound of the Mountain The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor New York Trilogy: Ghosts The Power Tags: buddha, christopher williams, jesus, not a stable craft, posh to be alone, storm, the...

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Immortality

A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is only waiting for an opportunity to kill. I detest all that naive respect for nature. Do you think that a doe in the jaws of a tiger feels less horror than you? People thought up the idea that animals don’t have the same capability for suffering as human, because otherwise...

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Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male

Lolita (Penguin Twentieth Century Classics)Vladimir Nabokov; Penguin Books 1999WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo-lee-ta. And now you could read... Speak, Memory The Marriage of Heaven and Hell XIV Marcovaldo The History of Mr Polly JPod Ghosts Tags: loins, lolita, palate, the confession of a white widowed male, tip of the tongue, vladimir...

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The Diceman

Lil and I had met and mated when we were both twenty-five. We formed a deep, irrational, obviously neurotic need for one another: love – one of society’s many socially accepted forms of madness. We got married: society’s solution to loneliness, lust and laundry. We soon discovered that there is nothing wrong with being married which being single can’t cure… And now you could read... Cry, The Beloved Country Black Wheel of Anger Faith Healing The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet I definitely should have said something Lullaby Tags: laundry, loneliness, love, luke rhinehart, lust, madness, married, neurotic,...

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Immortality

every day we are stabbed by thousands of looks, but this is not enough: in the end one single stare will be instituted which will not leave us for a moment, will follow us in the street, in the woods, at the doctor’s on the operating table, in bed; pictures of our life, down to the last detail, will be filed away to be used at anytime, in court proceedings or in the interest of public curiosity. And now you could read... Immortality Identity What The Water Feels Like To The Fishes Faith Healing The Little Prince The Thousand...

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