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Mar 4, 2012 11:23 am
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If you rule out every man with an explosive violent temper or a physical deformity, of course you're going to be lonely.
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romans and aliens
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Mar 3, 2012 8:02 am
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If stoics felt momentary qualms about the existence of slavery, they had only to think for a moment and they were reassured. A slave lacked freedom, as being the possesion of his master; but, in one way or another, people who were not slaves lacked freedom also. And everybody was the slave of Fortune which he feared because at any moment Fortune might strike. Anyhow, it would be a rash man who asserted that there was no slave blood in his veins; how far back could anybody trace his own genealogy?
from "Romans and Aliens" A social history of the roman empire.
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Sexy
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Feb 29, 2012 6:57 pm
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Spank me... fuck me....
You're so easy.....
It used to do something for me...
You're so easy.....
don't ask if I respect you... You don't ask.
whores...
My singular opinion means naught....
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Cock vs. Cunt
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Feb 29, 2012 6:39 pm
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but- bu-huhu-ttt. Simply, Yeah I been off the market for a good reason... cunt hurts. Cunt hurts worse than any thing that ever hurt. Cunt hurts. Jesus cunt hurts. was that a prayer? I dis-often pray... But, Jesus, cunt hurts.
thank you mother superior... Hows cock feel?????
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But...
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Feb 29, 2012 5:16 pm
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I like ya'll. Can't figure out what the fuck you're trying to say. But I like you anyway. I like the simple sound. No, I don't like to be questioned. Do you like to be questioned? Nope. Oh hey... brilliance.... hey great question........ Here let me give you cunts some advice..... Never ever ever ever ask me what I want. If I were to lay into you the same.......
On all this she/he bs best question I was ever asked. Counterpoint/opposite.... No no no no don't ask me if I want to married..... ask me if I want to be a husband.......
I understood that much better than "Do you want to be married?"
well.... NO I don't want to be married.....
YES I do want to be a good husband.....
But to fuck all that I was just having a conversation over Whiskey with a girlfriend (no fucky fucky) just friend.... She edits the mail for want ads for romance for women in prison. Oh hey.... Most of you, us, me only circle at our own comfortable depth, In our own circle.... insulated...
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Thank you notes
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Feb 26, 2012 1:06 pm
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The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
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REMINDER to self: Send Morrissey thank you note
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All the petty horses
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Feb 25, 2012 8:45 am
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No one could get that horse in the trailer. It was being stubborn. We all pushed and pulled and cajoled. it seemed only to set more stubborn resolve in the horse.
There was one fella didn't try he just kept quiet and watched with a small smile. He stepped up when we gave up. Took the bridle and walked the horse away from the trailer. Picked up a stick, almost a twig. Walked in circles with the horse while tapping it between the ears with the twig. Walked a big calm circle tapping that horse on the head with a twig and at the end of the circle the horse most agreeably walked into that trailer.
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No rest for the weary.
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Feb 25, 2012 7:27 am
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is a misquote.
proper quote.
No rest for the wicked.
Idle hands often reach for the genitals.
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Sometimes I feel like Satchmo in Storyland.
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Feb 25, 2012 6:58 am
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Gee, but it's tough to be broke, kid.
It's not a joke, kid--it's a curse.
My luck is changing--it's gotten
from simply rotten to something worse.
Who knows someday I will win too
I'll begin to reach my prime.
Now that I see what our end is
All I can spend is just my time.
I can't give you anything but love, baby.
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.
Dream a while, scheme a while,
You're sure to find
Happiness and, I guess,
All those things you've always pined for.
Gee, it's great to see you looking swell, baby.
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby.
Till that lucky day you know darn well, baby,
I can't give you anything but love.
(I'm stuck in that one, I can't give you anything but love, off Louis in NY, Vol4.)
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