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nov 13 2009 + Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Beneath his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be... Who ordered the green peppers? Was that you? Must've been. Anchovies, sausage, mushrooms, garlic and green peppers. Isaac: Forgot the coconut. You know what you are? You're God's answer to Job, y'know? You would have ended all argument between them. I mean, He would have pointed to you and said, y'know, "I do a lot of terrible things, but I can still make one of these." You know? And then Job would have said, "Eh. Yeah, well, you win." I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion. So what does, what does your analyst say? I mean, did you speak to him? Well, Donn... aug 16 2009 ∞
aug 25 2011 + its a sad and beautiful world its not the fall that kills you, its the sudden stop yea well we can't live in the present forever. none of this is really here; none of this is really here at all if looks can kill, i am a dead now not enough room to swing a cat "in english do you say 'i look out the window' or 'i look at the window'?" "i'm afraid in this case, bob, i gotta say you look at the window" i am a good egg jul 9 2009 ∞
aug 25 2011 + "To conceal you, the donkey's skin will be an admirable disguise, for when you are inside it, no one will believe that anyone so beautiful could be hidden in anything so frightful." 15 and my mother mar 29 2009 ∞
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apr 16 2017 + "He was angry with himself for being young and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavour in secret." deepsigh. sep 14 2009 ∞
sep 14 2009 + "In some cases, the language that is formed surfaces as tiny murmurs, calibration of movement, wanderings in time. They are an emergent language from a preformative substratum, rather than a composed text. Without finitude, these weavings do not set out to forge conclusions. The weavings are experienced as a felt, primordial, precognitive language. They are woven in the spirit of the first moment of discovering, and render shape to thought in a world that is forever becoming." -Anne West, Weaving Out Loud, Material Matters mar 29 2009 ∞
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