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-Ansell

Death is an old-fashion girl. We met as high as the swing would go when we were children and exchanged only a few slight sideways glances when we walked along the same grassy hills at night. Death and I grew up together. Our teenage years were full of fits, secrets and lust and thus our flirting became more explicit and our hands almost grazed a ( Read more... )

Stella walked along the wet Barcelona street in the morning, her eyes fixed on little Aimée as she made her uncertain tiny steps over the leaves on the sidewalk with her soft round fingers outstretched like a tightrope walker and her gem blue eyes gleaming in her small doughy face. She was a happy child, a very happy child. Look at her there, not ( Read more... )

Little green birds that come with me around the world hidden in my pocket are wagging around with short blades of grass in their orange beaks in the Cuitadella grounds beneath moribund leaves of kaleidoscope decay and three blond American little girls run down the dirt walkway all smiles and bare feet Dad standing in shorts at the long end of the ( Read more... )

You are something without synonyms. you are melodious and polysillabicly obscure interred within the desolate depths of a long winded sentence. Or waiting alone in black ink somewhere towards the back of a life long thesaurus. You are derived from the French je ne sais quoi but devoid of pretension and phlegmy pronunciation and when repeated ( Read more... )

So because of my mistakes I have yet to receive the student visa I needed to fly out to Barcelona last Saturday and I currently find myself in a great limbo. I have nothing to do but wait; I don't have a job anymore, my gym membership ran out, I sold my motorcycle, most of my friends have left for school, my clothes are packed. everything is done ( Read more... )

If a porn film has a plot line, no matter what the plot line is, it is a comedy.

Nobody really wants to be equal. They either want to raise themselves up or bring others down. Equality is a euphemism for the interplay of jealousy and ambition.

Great men are the bookmarks of history.

The irony of post industrial developement is that once we were paid ( Read more... )

It was about 4 am and I had just finished packing in order to leave Chicago and my second year at the university behind. I had an amazing feeling come over me at that moment. It suddenly felt as if I was at a real turning point, as if that moment was the begining of a new direction in my life. I've spent the past two years living in the same place ( Read more... )

I said I would, and I did.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair Lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair Lady.

Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair Lady.

Bricks and mortar will not stay,
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