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calendar_today03-09-2012 18:29:33
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12 years ago
new product idea: jalapeño infused moist towelettes. for when your stomach is too sensitive for spicy food but you miss the anal burning.
Just started a Yale course on the Quixote
Love is love and fun is pun but it is all so quiet when the goldfish die.
Birds and davidbazan instagram.com/p/gPNpDzGRJ_/
I smell like blood.
11 years ago
I just googled "erudite." Thanks, Sallie Mae, here's your check.
And the word of the day: odelaxelagnia. Tomorrow's is Crwth. Mixing the two is not suggested.
...Premodern societies were organized this way because tribal-scale society is just as essential to human nature as is the family itself...
"Society" or "the civil order" or "community" is the collection of means by which we effect this love. It is the job of the Church...
...but it is not the job of the clergy, nor is it the job of the Imperial government,...
...both of which are obligated only to support and not impede the efforts of communities to preserve, develop, and perpetuate themselves.
something tells me this isn't the best way to present long form ideas... sorry all eleven of you.
Sometimes you find friends.
I'll be in my room, making no noise, and pretending i'm not there.
these were the the evenings when a shadow of hypochondria weighed on his heart. your cities do not exist perhaps they will never exist again
why do you amuse yourself with consolatory fables?
I know well that my empire is rotting like a corpse in a swamp; whose contagion infects the crows that peck it...fertilized by its humors
why do you linger over inessential melancholies? why do you hide from the emperor the grandeur of his destiny?
falsehood is never in words, it is in things.,.., Calvino
I shall live until I'm 97 and attribute it to smelling the turpentine in the pines.