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In every game,there is always an opponent, there is always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter so you can become the former.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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--You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks
on the end of the piano?
--Yes.
--All you need to know about life
is retained within those four walls.
--You will notice that one of your personalities
is seduced by the illusions of grandeur.
A gold packet of king size
with a regal insignia.
An attractive implication
toward glamour and wealth.
A subtle suggestion that cigarettes
are indeed your royal and loyal friends.
And that, Pete, is a lie
Your other personality is trying to draw your
attention to the flip side of the discussion.
Written in boring, bold,
black and white, is the statement...
...that these neat little soldiers of death,
are, in fact, trying to kill you.
And that, Pete, is the truth.That is why you and I love the drugs...
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on the end of the piano?
--Yes.
--All you need to know about life
is retained within those four walls.
--You will notice that one of your personalities
is seduced by the illusions of grandeur.
A gold packet of king size
with a regal insignia.
An attractive implication
toward glamour and wealth.
A subtle suggestion that cigarettes
are indeed your royal and loyal friends.
And that, Pete, is a lie
Your other personality is trying to draw your
attention to the flip side of the discussion.
Written in boring, bold,
black and white, is the statement...
...that these neat little soldiers of death,
are, in fact, trying to kill you.
And that, Pete, is the truth.That is why you and I love the drugs...
--
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beauty is a beguiling call to death and
I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren
I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
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A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. ppssssssss
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Saturday, April 11, 2009
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Sometimes ... The green mile seems so long ..
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Dan : Time
We can't see it, we can't hear it,
We can't weigh it, we can't
measure it in a laboratory.
It's a subjective sense of becoming What we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago,
Becoming what we will be in another nanosecond.
The hopis see time as a landscape,Existing before and behind us,And we move,We move through it,Slice by slice.
Linda: But clocks measure time.
Dan : No, they measure themselves.The objective referent of clock is another clock.
We can't see it, we can't hear it,
We can't weigh it, we can't
measure it in a laboratory.
It's a subjective sense of becoming What we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago,
Becoming what we will be in another nanosecond.
The hopis see time as a landscape,Existing before and behind us,And we move,We move through it,Slice by slice.
Linda: But clocks measure time.
Dan : No, they measure themselves.The objective referent of clock is another clock.
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