December 2010
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Pierrot le fou
Ferdinand: I can never have a real conversation with you. You never have ideas, only feelings.
Marianne: That’s not true. There are ideas in feelings.
10 people with unbelievable medical conditions →
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The woman who has 200 orgasms a day UK’s Sarah Carmen, 24, is a 200-a-day orgasm girl who gets good, good, GOOD vibrations from almost anything. She suffers from Permanent Sexual Arousal Syndrome which increases blood flow to the sex organs. “Sometimes I have so much sex to try to calm myself…
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I met a missionary today, or ‘Sister Ombre’ as she refers to herself. She was around my height with big, expressive green eyes. “We are all brothers and sisters” she said to me in her soft, angelic voice. Strangely enough, as liberal and rebellious as I have been in the past, I always find a peaceful comfort when I converse with bible thumpers. In this girl, Rachel,...
interesting
“If I can’t have any of this, why should you?” This is the real reason sociopaths lash out at strong and kind people. No matter what they say, they know that inside, they are always empty and damaged beyond repair.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent...
– Oscar Wilde
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mulholland drive
note to self
use
A Personal Journey Through the Heart of Grief
in a piece of writing
Sometimes I wish I could just smack the idiot that came up with the phrase...
I feel like I’m missing out on someone wonderful although I’m probably the one to blame for not being obvious enough. It’s very sad and I miss this person already. I never want to live life thinking “what could’ve been?”, and it probably doesn’t help that he fills my thoughts every single minute of my life. It probably doesn’t help that I don’t...
life is too short
A part of you will always be held towards every individual who by chance - or fate has tumbled into your little world and has impacted you in ways you’d otherwise never believe
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I’ll be your mirror Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you’re home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you’re twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands ‘Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don’t...
But the thing is, I tend to romanticise things that aren’t necessarily...
– Peter Doherty
the streetlamp outside on the dismal street is a dark and dim burnt orange
occasionally it flickers on half-assed a white turquoise
the air tonight is cold crisp and visible through my breath
the smoke from my cigarette lingers and leaves a cloud
in stark contrast to the darkness which alludes me
i am trying to fog my thoughts to distract from the man who sticks to my thoughts
out of force...
A recent walk and talk with my friend Sara brought up old memories from the past. I try to avoid thinking about the past, just as I try to avoid the future. To me, it’s not relevant, it’s not important, it’s not the ‘now’ and unless you’re hit by a revelation thinking about it isn’t going to do you any good. I wasn’t hit by any so called revelation,...
contortion
a heaving thought crushing
the barriers
and distorting all the ribbons of your mind
entwined
in a heavy lock of rolling intercepting breathlessness
filling in the corners of the walls which surround the massive intrusion
locked
in the prison of an existential chasm
escaping only through the faint crack of the pipe