May 2013
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April 2013
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Anonymous asked: what caused your recent lincoln fascination? how do you feel about his probable racism? how do you reconcile the ethical black eyes of otherwise great human souls? which books about Lincoln are you reading? do you recommend any of them?
Lincoln was so punctilious that he refused to permit the army butcher to supply the White House with the choicest cuts of steak when he slaughtered cattle at the foot of the Washington Monument.
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Anonymous asked: what do you think of the possibility of your writings here and on twitter being quoted, alluded to and even plagiarized?
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that time, a month before his death, when lincoln stopped the presidential train so he could capture a box turtle basking in a trackside pond
perhaps remembering the turtle he caught to keep his eleven year old sister sarah company, as she struggled to fill their mother’s shoes, after nancy hanks died of milk sickness in 1818
certainly recalling the time he brawled with other children, after...
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March 2013
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Anonymous asked: You've been quieter lately, darling.
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February 2013
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kenbaumann asked: This is an alley-oop, but: why silence?
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Anonymous asked: don’t you realize that you’re a fly buzzing in the sunlight, just below a window knee-high to any real thought? everything you write has the quality of reheated food. and is greedily eaten up by people who don’t know it for the slop it is. you are the stupid person’s idea of a smart person and one day the line of credit you’ve given yourself will dry up. and then,...
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Anonymous asked: Should I have sex with as many people as I can before I "settle down"?
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Anonymous asked: I want you to be happy?
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The real comfort of anonymity is not having to know yourself.
Hi, I’m Claude Glass
all the knowledge
I have wrung from the darkness
non-stick axe
I was the swash of blood
I was the glint of recognition
I was the best of me
I was the muffled sigh
I was the coward’s face
I was the drunken cry
I was the rhetoric of...
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I think that’s dead on. It makes me think about two branches of how things tend to go. They extend in opposite directions. One makes me think of comic books, and the other of photography.
Everyone knows Action Comics No. 1. Or rather, they know it because of the seven figure prices that good copies of it command. This fact has inspired several generations of collectors to preserve their...
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Anonymous asked: would you like people to pay attention to you?
January 2013
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Anonymous asked: I feel like I’ve worked well paid, no-effort entry level office jobs for so long I’ve forgotten how to work hard. If I even knew to start with. My 20’s are ending and I’m trying to push myself into some kind of field that I can picture myself making a career in, but the picture is always the same slacker piece of shit going nowhere - just in a different field. What happens...
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I like it as a symbol. A cigarette is a little thing you can hold between your fingers that represents an essential fact of being alive.
On the one hand you want to be able to make yourself feel a certain way, and so you smoke to do that. For example, you feel time moving past you and it’s like trying to drink the full flow of a garden hose. Cigarettes are like buoys you throw out into time....
December 2012
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Well right, but isn’t insanity only interesting to people who think it transcends rationality?
Think about how white people have treated it in the past. If you heard things and lived before ~300 AD then the gods favored you with prophecy. And if you were lucky, people stuck you in a temple and paid to hear what you had to say. The situation was reversed once it became clear that insanity was the...
Anonymous asked: i've been told i'm intelligent my whole live long life. all i'm able to do is throw pebbles into the vast chasms in my base of knowledge and listen for the plunk that never comes. i sense these great shadowy immense potentials just beyond the realm of my comprehension. how do i begin to make my intelligence my own and utilizing my "potential" before it becomes,...
