No regrets, without all I would have never become the emotionally disturbed person who called herself Pantifesto’s Pornastic Phunhouse on MySpace where I was encouraged to do open-mics.
We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you a statement of reassurance to the American public. America has not fallen. I repeat: America has not fallen.
Sampsell is fully involved in Tony’s perspective, imagining how a two year old (the book goes until age five) will interpret what he sees, given limited experience with the world and its contents...
A fish leaps through a forest of trees. A kid cavorts - parades on the black plain. A small girl arrives at what she believes is a wedding, absorbed in herself- and burns.
With the genius pianist tinkling away The night has passed into a cool, subdued Darkness as soon it will be time to shut this Machine down & get back to resting my Body up as my recent exertions still show
We’re all telling ourselves a story about ‘how’ this all is ‘going,’ with no real beginning or end—and doing a lot of work to filter our actions and the world forces we’re responding to through shifting/incomplete/inherited taxonomies of meaning and meaning making…
Wawh’s homeland was on the edge of the sunlit world. Translucent people had reduced Wahw's place of origin to a destitute hellhole; they had blown it up with cannons to turn it into a void.
Nietzsche writes in Philosophy in the Tragic Age of the Greeks: “For the world forever needs truth, hence the world forever needs Heraclitus, though Heraclitus does not need the world.”
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