February 24, 2012

YOU SHOULD BUNT TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO THE RUNNER

 

 

            The Italo-Dutch satellite BeppoSAX

 

 

Some telegraph systems \continued to send and receive messages despite having been disconnected from their power supplies.

 

 

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and for Murch, the guilty evidence

welling up reminds him of his ad-

olescent shame when he tried

to flush a porn magazine and

it came floating back at

just the wrong time

 

 

the bread was at that stage of staleness where eating it reminded you of pushing a wad of fabric into your mouth

 

            415 863 1944 

 

 

The explosive power concentrated on board the ship exceeded all the bombs dropped in the history of warfare by at least a factor of three. 

 

 

PERVERSION ALWAYS CONCEALS SENTIMENTALITY 

 

                They are the safest of all stilts. 

 

 

Sovetskoye Shampanskoye or ‘Soviet champagne’

 

The returning mud can contain natural gases or other flammable material which will collect in and around the shale shaker

 

 

                The first death was Ricardo Diomedes 

 

 

the dog of pompeii was named Delta

 

 

                       any masterpiece should end with a mistake

 

George Washington’s dogs: Taster; Tipler; Vulcan; Madame Moose and Sweet Lips

 

 

you made me feel more as I oughta

 

 

Cabbages, whose heads, tightly folded, see and hear nothing of this world, dreaming only on the yellow and green magnificence that is hardening within them

 

 

\\\\\\\\surreptitiously jazz-loving Nazis like the Luftwaffe officer Dietrich Schulz-Köhn, who was nicknamed “Doktor Jazz”

 

 

No man so potent breathes vpon the ground, But I will Beard him.  

 

           

            the god of history is a man who is both drunk and bored

 

 

i paint the sort of paintings i can, not the ones i necessarily want

 

 

reading your own reviews reminds me of the difference between eating something and watching someone eat. I can only be honest and say that it repulses me

 

           

           

 

 

What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally somehow you caught fire.

 

 

and of course, when Kurt Cobain was my age he’d been in the ground for nine months

 

and the view of a city out of an airliner’s window. just in front of the mouth of the engine/ so that it seems to be consuming the landscape as you travel forward

 

 

            Chekhov’s pet crane

 

 

He recognized the danger of that dedication being dimmed by his love for his machines, but by the grace of God that commitment extended over a period of fifty years.

 

 

                                    Einar Enevoldson

 

 

 

As if you’d had some sort of second-order stroke, and were locked-in or aphasic on a level most people never even realize they have.

 

 

 it’s all evidence.

 

 

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