

The AmnesiacI woke up and found myself here.The Amnesiac
Here.
I am under the sun, in an open stretch of desert. All I can see is the sandy beige of the earth against the sandy beige of the sky. The horizon is nearly indistinguishable. There is a feeling in my body now, and I become conscious of it as I begin to move. Just a small movement from my shoulders and I can feel myself breathing. I breathe deeper with my eyes closed, protected from the flakes of sand pushing on the small breeze. My hair tingles on my scalp. And I am aware of my feet, so I look down. Slender yellowish toes, I begin to wiggle them a bit. I sit up and prop myself o


The Stonethe stone sat still and cold and cast his shadow in the evening light which flickered as the moon began to rise across the sea, on the horizan, the sun sat down then covered his head with the earth, and went to sleepThe Stone
awake, the moon dipped in the sea for a midnight bath she swayed her head to and fro on the calm waves and gently spread the tide above the coastline the stone closed his eyes, and held his breath the moon stood tall above him, parting drapes of cloud naked and glowing, her light consumed the darkness
eyes wide open, breathing fast and hard, the stone


Spidery Legsyour words are like stars which glimmer and gleam which I read through and study, and hold to the book the stars, and your words, since the day I was born were fixed to determine my fate I would try so hard to bind your image to my fingers, like spindly spidery legs they click and they clack and they click and they clack dance in a whirling treadmill of a dance if your image I had, and not an idea, a wish, a thought if pictures, if pictures in spidery webs my fingers, if pictures, could draw! and not thoughtsSpidery Legs


The Rainif a mortal would drink of the rain, all the rain and he'd drink and he'd drink and he'd drink he would bloat and he'd swell all in blubbery pain and be a blobbery blubbery blop drink only from a well that was built by a man just to quench mortal thirst in a droughtThe Rain
since the rain's for the critters, for the lakes and the trees but the man, it seems, gods have cast out


UntitledDo not love me if you wouldst be untrue and love me falsly do not I pray you. If thou would be false in your love for me unrequited I wish my love shall be. But if your pledges to me are not mist I give to thee my rose, which crystal kiss'd.Untitled


A Critical Essay Concerning...A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (In Seven Parts)A Critical Essay Concerning...
Part I: Overview
The primary subject of A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (hereafter called simply Essay) is its own self-analysis; hence it is a deeply introspective work, and it is in this light that we must consider it. Indeed, some might argue that Essay is concerned with nothing else, though deeper inspection reveals this is not quite true. (Consider, for example, the section on Critical Reaction, which deals with a response to the essay rather than the essay itself. That these two constitute the same text should not be held against the aut
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Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
-Arthur C. Clarke
Cheers!
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"Putting God ahead of Humanity is a terrible thing." - Stephen Weinberg
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Art and entertainment attorney in US
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*acts all mysterious and such*
And final exams.... ick. They are the bane of students' existence....
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"Who's more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?"
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I wish my English proffs had the same opinion.
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PS: No need to be intimidated! Although if you like being so, I could point you to a few writers who really deserve it.
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"You've a good heart," she told him. "Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go." Then she shook her head. "But mostly, it's not."
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