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Tue Aug 30 2005 at 05:06:20 (18.6 years ago )
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mission drive within everything
to impart my diamond mine full of wisdom upon the users of E2
specialties
reading and knitting, and occasionally both at the same time
school/company
Future Corpses of America
motto
never regret, never explain, never apologize
most recent writeup
December 2, 2005
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If you don't catch the irony or sarcasm you're not paying enough attention.




Somebody who reads only newspapers and at best the books of contemporary authors looks to me like an extremely nearsighted person who scorns eyeglasses. He is completely dependent on the prejudices and fashions of his times, since he never gets to see or hear anything else. And what a person thinks on his own without being stimulated by the thoughts and experiences of other people is even in the best case rather paltry and monotonous.
There are only a few enlightened people with a lucid mind and style and with good taste within a century. What has been preserved of their work belongs among the most precious possessions of mankind.
Nothing is more needed than to overcome the modernist’s snobbishness.
-Einstein




We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. -Oscar Wilde



When I think about futilelord I touch myself.

Bookreader's strategy isn't working.





OZYMANDIAS of EGYPT

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.





If these are the people who protect our country we are all FUCKED.


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