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Black Wheel of Anger

Standard inspection of St Mark's Primary School, Glasgow City Council: a reportGreat Britain. Scottish Office Education and Industry Department. Inspectors of Schools.; Scottish Office Education and Industry Dept.] 1997WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  i have existed since the beginning. in the heart of industrial machinery where the machines of desire live, trapped, alone and out of control. yes, out of control. in juxtaposition to the remaining years of the twentieth century. and there, snipers prowl the rooftops in search of blindness. squatters dwell without electricity in the garden of decay. and we sleep with pleasure, drenched in the sweat of an unnamed fever, our future covered with shit, another police car was burning. i am the electric chair boy strapped into your nightmares. you are the anti-schizophrenic, a participant of the interior colony. you paid the cover charge, i reflect the purchase: the carefully concealed lines of your body, lost inside your clothing, nailed to your seats, afraid of me and afraid of yourselves… …i feel as though i am alone on a deserted shooting range… but you are no longer a child, you no longer live at home. rebel or be nothing of any consequence under the moon’s pale glow… i am out for a walk in the warehouse district, in the driving rain. i am walking with other gods or no gods at all. without family, without mommy and daddy...

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell XIV

the ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as i have heard from hell. for the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave is guard at tree of life; and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. this will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment. but first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged. this i shall do, by...

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The Bridge

The BridgeIain M. Banks; Abacus 1992WorldCat•Read Online•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder i reach out to the old lamp and turn the darkness on again. And now you could read... The Bridge Remember Heart of Darkness Dark A Perfect Day for Bananafish Conversations with Goethe Tags: darkness, iain banks, lamp, the...

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The Hollow Men

The Waste Land; Faber and Faber 1972WorldCat•Read Online•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  we are the hollow men we are the stuffed men leaning together headpiece filled with straw. alas! our dried voices, when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass or rats’ feet over broken glass in our dry cellar. shape without form, shade without colour, paralysed force, gesture without motion; those who have crossed with direct eyes, to death’s other kingdom remember us – if at all – not as lost violent souls, but only as the hollow men the stuffed men. And now you could read... Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep La Bonne Chanson Now you depart, and though your way may lead… “Why Do I Love” You, Sir? On The Road The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time Tags: broken glass, straw, stuffed men, t s eliot, the hollow men, violent souls, whisper,...

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The Bridge

The BridgeIain M. Banks; Abacus 1992WorldCat•Read Online•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  “you know,” he said, “if i had my way i wouldn’t let anybody who believed in star signs or the bible or faith healing or anything like that use electric power, or ride in cars and buses and trains and aircraft, or use anything made of plastic. they want to believe the universe works according to their crazy little rules? ok, let them live that way, but why should they be allowed to use the fruits of sheer fucking human genius and hard work…” And now you could read... The Power...

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