WHEN said the moon to the stars (in the sky)

you know how hard it is to find a good n handsome philosopher?

J U L E S V E R N E

read everything by julesverne¹, rethink your maxims, define natural and human laws

^{1 alternatively lope synopses and/or notable quotes}

vie: complete orgasmal histeria

"bawwbecue sauwce, y'slawwven idjit"

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i figured out i like sharing nice things things i think are nice i don really want to keep them only in bookshelf or dreams; they has too much effects like even the dearest things to me like which would be a book or a music or a blorg: a person

a person be it /especially\ mien erin or col aureliano buendia or O gods, gods!! or isaac or Jessica (because she for so many is a more dear ali jinnah)

and thas prexactly why~ as them pakistanis were called to nationalism and always the forward exactification of identity they grewgrowstrong in their vision quest for dewgong to comprise the Serene! (sirenia) et the Serene being the absence of change wut culd it be if not

[N-LYT-N-MNT] (for ma molly)

it is only through the unselfishness of the internet and mentors-sought can i grasp the identityy and art of communication i so -ably- wield, the mesh of spectrum and disciplines to operate on as many of the tiers as possible (ie the reason enigmae like jaconduh and hamlet and de verwandlung earn acclaim)

but as it is! as humans have been we've all gone through the veld forever and it's been undarwinyun to share with others the super tasty and nutriotious lake because of what? because of greed? because of toobig demands for mitzvah? that blows bros

IM NEXT TO THE 747 AND IM THE PILOT AND IM THE TERROR

WE THOUGHT BUT DIDNT SPEAK

where my dawwgs at

where my dawwgs at

i don know we so corybantic//i could play your mother match her antics//

but youd forget me anyway// thats the for sure way// got make sure not to give none away//

but where's she go// it's all over then// before it starts you beat the heart//

portmanteau i cant breath, friend

RIEN DE RIEN

:maintenant que la glace est rompue, causons

^haha

if you grow up in phnom penh you have a 75% chance of having used meth by the age of 18 and a ~50% chance of being addicted to it

there is all these blogs out here in blogworld and these blogs are lil psychological cross-sections is so cool and very moving too:

not many, but, http://sforde.blogspot.com/, cranberry oak, is a litter of darling emotional depth and selfreflective dissonance

tinydancer, i couldnt narrow down a best of her blorgs so here's her profile all this is precisely the shay the internet was made for

i wonder if anyone i know has ever felt 'nature was screaming in my blood' but the prolly ha'nt: katie definilly has

it's like unfettered self-expression http://mkevans09.blogspot.com/ it's like rain on your wedding day!

And if you don't like it than fuck you jack.

hey

self-transcendence whatthefuck does that even mean jack

-There are a number of people clustered in a certain age group who are quite taken with the fact that I once uttered the immortal line "I have ridden the mighty moon worm!"-

FUTURESHOCK: you know when you go to a nother country you get culture shock? whambam thanka you maam

EEeMDFL

detka! detka! detka?

-Saint Etienne's Bob Stanley says of his effort that he believes London's old cafes play a crucial part in the city's life. "London is more and more segregated," he says. "Starbucks doesn't have all different sorts of people mixing. But in the proper London cafe you'll get City workers, workmen, bohemians, all together - all sorts of people, especially in the cafes that have been around for generations."

prexactly! thas why they're so mildmannered n idea-exchangey, awrrright

proclaim! this shit is gold and i am its translator

arrest! this shit is gold and i am its translator

beware! this shit is gold and i am its translator

beknownst! this shit is gold and i am its translator

undress! this shit is gold and i am her lover

pd putting serge-ee-oh feels shitty

i'n frm a place jacent t' whur da crowd stans Whur aww da witches r fayyaproof n ever preacha's a madman

the original bobby brown(ing)

BWAHH BWAHH BWAHH BWAHH

i'm deficially claiming my major as psychonautics wouldn that be cool

compartmentalization -> departmentalization/ -> fragmentation?

is it practical to compartmentalize and subsequently departmentalize those little fragmented psyches?

i like that then arrange the little compartments artfully and their synthesis is pretty:

see clearly the theory of less is more!