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Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.


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Melancholy
Thu, 20 Jan, 2011 18.11 UTC

After the movie came the silence<br /> After the silence came the grief.

Personally, I don't know enough
Psychology
Egoism
Thu, 20 Jan, 2011 19.00 UTC

I know some of my friends better than they know themselves. I am thinking of Christian in particular, though I am sure the statement applies in general. They, too, know me better than I know myself in ways. It is the advantage of an outside point of view.

We should rejoice in the opinions of others.

The frigid air expects me
Paranoia
Thu, 20 Jan, 2011 19.51 UTC

Conversation with a woman outside:

She drives up in a car. I am smoking a cigarette.<br /> “Did you need something?”<br /> “Like what, for example?”<br /> “You were staring at me.”<br /> “No, I am smoking a cigarette.”<br /> “Well, did you need something?”<br /> “Who are you? Do you work here?”<br /> “No.”

Why was she so uptight?

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Absurdity
Thu, 20 Jan, 2011 20.43 UTC

“Do you like sex?<br /> “It’s ok”<br /> “Can I come in?”<br /> “No, you cannot.”<br /> “What is wrong with you?”<br /> “Nothing. I am just smoking a cigarette.”<br /> “You must be a fag.”<br /> “If you think so.”<br /> “Your kind is everywhere.”<br /> “Possibly.”<br /> “Goodnight.”<br /> “Goodnight.”

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
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