February 2012
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Small talk is a waste of time.
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“For you I always had an admiration. We lost touch but you never left my...”
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A man who appreciates classical music.
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“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to...”
– Buddha
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I need to get the fuck out of this city.
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one-mic:
MONKEY_sequence.19 (Kan Sano &...
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“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my...”
– Jack Kerouac
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“Conscience is the voice of the soul, the passions are the voice of the body. Is...”
– John Rousseau
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As he fell asleep he had still been thinking of the subject that now always occupied his mind- about life and death, and chiefly about death. He felt himself nearer to it.
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.” These thoughts seemed to him comforting. But they were only thoughts. Something was lacking in them, they were not clear, they were too one-sidedly personal and brain-spun. And there was the former agitation and obscurity. He fell asleep.
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