"Groan," Peter said as he awoke, and some of those little cheese-and-pineapple-on-a-stick things, please.

Mamihlapinatapai - a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will offer something that they both desire but are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves
Over 20 years ago I met a girl, for only 2 hours. We had a lot in common and She made a huge impression on me. I never asked her for her number. I kicked myself for a very long time. I couldn't find her. I proposed to my wife and figured I didn't want to screw up a perfectly good thing on what was a 2 hour meeting years before, so I decided to not pursue it. About 10 years ago I looked her up and followed her life from a breakup to marriage and 3 kids. our paths have never crossed again. I have a very happy life with a wife and family of my own and would not give that up for anything. Still, I follow this woman's life online. Why? I don't really know. Somehow it is comforting to know she ended up happy. I don't want to change the way things are or architect a 'chance meeting.' it is just comforting to know she is out there living her life and I am living my own. I don't regret the life I have, but I do wonder how different my life would have been had I had the courage to ask for her number. Not just her, but the limitless number of other inflexion points in my life that could have stemmed from a different action. IT IS A LITTLE SCARED BUT IT WAS GOOD I LIKED JACK IN THE SHOW AN HE WAS GOOD IN THE DOCTOR WHO TO HE PLAY HIS PART WELL LIKE HE WAS THAT PERSON AN HE PLAYED HIS PART GOOD IN THIS SHOW TO LIKE HE WAS THE PERSON PLAYING THAT PERSON .

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What are the rules, if any?: The rules are those, that which live inside you. Speak your mind and do not let them take your voice away. A rapist known as Freedom. Free Doom. If thats tru...then Im gonna dance in the rain, shine a mystical buck & wing while the luna moths dance a song about the semblance of self... then Im gonna salute the stars up high...they form a ring & judge you & your clothes... so dont wear no bowties in flaring colors in case of massive fallout events happening in the future near your church... & if that isnt tru, then tuff teetoes... On the topic of psychicgeography, I am often reminded of this quote:

"When antiquing or weathering a piece remember to add a character mark or two." - Menard, L. Jacques. "Refurbishing Techniques in a Non-Linear Deterministic World." New York Times 24 Aug. 1992, House sec.: 23

Developed in the yesterday, A heartfelt yawning opens up before us. we need to realize that hey theres absolutely nothing wrong with writing anything you want and wherever you want either thats the point,right? Thats the goal the day of whatevering is today and tomorrow and yesterday when i was sitting at my desk looking out across the valley all i saw was darkness and in it my own reflection | but the more i think the less i understand why i felt it was your reflection too Wherever you want-- on the courtstone walls on the temples of your friends face
42. [not the question]Dont panic. The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes. But don't be afraid.[beveryafraidtheyreoutthere] And don't forget... You hold the mightiest weapon of all. Words on paper and text on screen, pixels of tri-color madness and dying butterflies Dig deeper pigs are nude when they wallow in the mud...you know, this is the first time i realized that... I feel Im going limp. Library of Babel condensation of Ulysses, by James Joyce. It starts out like this: Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed... You meet Stephen Dedalus, Leopold Bloom, and Molly Bloom, his wife...theyre the main characters...a bunch of stuff happens to them and a bunch of other people during June 14, 1904, in Dublin...and its written in a bunch of different English-lanaguage prose styles...and it ends like this: ...at first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes Youre welcome. *And the glimmering souls passed away, sustained and failing, merged in a* [underline/pencil:begin] *moving breath.* [underline/pencil:end] Dont forget to screen the moment you brought timeless bounces to cork. Shoes with heels of coins. a smart woman...i have learned...can find a man...no matter where he's hiding ... if she knows what she's doing...and if she's doing it well... Corke! of course, I remember. It has been a long time since Ive visited Corke. I suppose the ivy is longer now. Century follows century Man on earth, land and sea Yet everything that happens, Happens to me

Speaking of Birds: This is My Barn Owl Knock up the whites to a snow. near valuable stack freezing swoosh thereinafter boy desmid middlebuster hosing i will be your toy street sample across one. don't stop reading. but what if i do? Well, I think its all f Alexandria, and the records that were lost there? If we continue this we shall impact the ages as long as we are complete and honest in our work. Let the silliness subside, and the messages flow forth. It is our job to show them what human minds can conjure. - Anonymous but can we deal with the consequences? humans can create terrible things; one need only consider the Bomb. bomb bomb bomb Im am so terryblee sorry about the nocturnal stuffing of pickles into your large intestine, Sister. Honest. I forgive you, but God doesnt forgive or forget. Expect It. Tablet of Values Tablature of Continents Table of Contents Chapter 1: Our Life Experiences Chapter 2: Our Memories Chapter 3: The Past (From The Beginning) 1hPeter, 3. 8: Be Ye All of One Mind (Hivemind) Chapter 4: The Present Chapter 5: The Future (To The End) Chapter 6: The Basics (Mathematics, Science, Language) Chapter 7: The Advanced Chapter 8: Our Mentors Chapter 9: Our Enemies Chapter 10: Music Chapter 11: Politics Chapter 12: Countries of the World 1aPeter, 1. 13: Hope to the End (of Chapter 13: Reddits Hivemind) Culture Chapter 14: Death and Dying Chapter 15: Inspiration Chapter 16: Quotations Chapter 17: The Silly and the Inane Chapter 18: Famous Literature Chapter 19: Comics Chapter 20: Obscure Literature Chapter 21: Famous People Chapter 22: Conspiracies

Chapter 23: Pub Crawling Chapter 24: Maps Chapter 25: Games Chapter 25: Games Chapter 25: Games (Metaphysical) Chapter 25: Games (In retrospect, metaphysical games are boring) Chapter 26: The Realm of Acceptability I dedicate this life to thoroughly sucking it up. Sucks to be you.

the last edit was made in the future by a person I have never and will never meet, or if I do I will never know it

Chapter 1 (She adored New York City) Bread Is Serious Business What's your favorite kind of bread? It walks just like a horse. Do you know what snow in Denver smells like? A good kick. A clove of garlic on a string. Sublime, perfect, beautiful. I do think that getting rid of the completely unexpected would be preferable. This looks like a soap opera. Clayey, clayier, clayiest. I think youre the one doing it wrong. Down with prescriptivist grammar. I have [retracted until after the fishtanks are removed] I was staying at the same little hotel as a dear childhood friend. I went back a few years ago and was amazed at how bad the food was. Behold! Ordo Sandwiches. Third-Gendered Based Demonbread. Stomach Burial Practices. A middle-aged woman, during silent breakfast, she whispered loudly, Je voudrais des pommes frites, s'il-vous-plat!, flailing around a knife

with butter on it and sweating profusely (the knife is too small to be useful for cutting meat). This subordination was often quite deliberate. The next morning, she woke everyone up at 7am by sprinting up and down the hallway shouting, [redacted until the previous redactor realizes his error] and "Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo." But this is a hopelessly simplistic way of looking at it. While comprehension is paramount, it's hardly the only important thing. Letters, morphemes, logograms representing words. Representing the saucepan calling the kettle black. Illuminated and bound in leather. That night, when I was taking a shower at 11pm, its also 4am, in the bathroom adjacent to her room, she banged on the wall repeatedly before finally coming in, closing all the doors, and turning off all the lights. Fuck these fools. Follow your heart. Bon courage! When she left after a few days, we saw that she was working as an au pair. I guess kids don't notice that sort of thing. Its all a big mess to try to get a comprehensible sense of what dream I had april sevety-seventh of 1993? Who cares? The gates of the onthological limit cookie sure does not seem to have foreseen the unforeseen chains of But lets not go ALL meta on this.

new colors. like gray! Beige, dark gray, off-white, and, if youre looking to heat things up--burnt umber. Ah-hah hah. Ah-hah hah. Thatll be our little secret. Naked eyes cut into pieces while still in the skull. Interference? He tells a story about Paul practicing on one of the family's seven grand pianos, when he suddenly shouted at Ludwig in the next room: "I cannot play when you are in the house, as I feel your skepticism seeping towards me from under the door!"