June 2012
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Writing in 1757, Abbé Nicolas Trublet says that
In 1695 the writer Bernard de Fontenelle visited the radical Cartesian priest Nicolas Malebranche in Paris, at his home in the Oration abbey on the rue Saint-Honoré. Fontenelle later told me that
A very pregnant household dog entered the hall in which Father Malebranche and I were walking. The dog came up to Father Malebranche, licked his hand,...
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A dog named Spinach died today. In her arms he died away. Injected with what killed him. Love is a cup that spilled him. Spilled all the Spin that filled him. Sunlight sealed and sent. Received and spent. Smiled and went.
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Anonymous asked: I dont think I'm stupid but I can't help hating myself, a lot. Almost every day I think about killing myself. not out of boredom but because there is this continuous presence of pain in my mind I can't stop thinking about or get rid of. I don't know if I can explain what it feels like. regret and ache that I don't have the self confidence to ignore. I don't really...
Anonymous asked: I am about to spend the last of my nest-egg to move to L.A. to--for the first time--be myself and try to make a living from the bizarre, (seemingly) useless, and unstoppable otherness that comes outta me unbidden. I am scared shitless.
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I don’t know. I think about this all the time. All I can think to say is that dreams are the purest fiction we can ever obtain. This is because all dreams are, almost by definition, remembered dreams. We wake up and remember a dream. Because we are unconscious when we actually have the dream, in no sense can they be said to happen to us. There is no us present when we are asleep and it...
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soneurotypical asked: what does it mean, practically or plainly speaking, to transcend the hand one has been dealt ?
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Veal
“I made up my mind before leaving New York that when it came to the subject of cannibals I would either write nothing whatever about them, or I would know what I was writing about.
A friend obtained for me from a hospital interne at the Sorbonne a chunk of human meat from the body of the first healthy human carcass killed by accident, that they could dispose of as they chose. I cooked it in...
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