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researching and writing various things
close reading forever
On Sunday, I ate lunch with Bronzino—chicken and veal—and felt well... In the evening I ate a bit of roasted dry meat which made me thirsty.
Saturday I went to the tavern: salad and omelet, and cheese, and I felt good. cabinetmagazine.org/issues/18/pi...
what would it mean
the quality of saying goodbye?
what would it mean
the quality of saying goodbye?
www.bostonreview.net/articles/the...
“hmm i wonder why there are no great nonfiction books these days or plays or art or happiness or tenderness or regret.
oh well fuck it time to log onto torment nexus for my afternoon torment!”
“hmm i wonder why there are no great nonfiction books these days or plays or art or happiness or tenderness or regret.
oh well fuck it time to log onto torment nexus for my afternoon torment!”
yes! Yesssss
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yes! Yesssss
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This was pre-Internet! I guess I had to ask an adult or just figure it out!
(thank you Anastasia Krupnik/Lois Lowry)
as well as 'crock of shit'
This was pre-Internet! I guess I had to ask an adult or just figure it out!
(thank you Anastasia Krupnik/Lois Lowry)
—Washington Post
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.