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Spring is Sprung: October 2008
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These vagabond shoes, These little town blues. Tuesday, October 28, 2008. The Mystery of the Missing Mombattis (And other forms of illumination). Rambled by Doubletake, Doublethink. at 7:36 PM. Notice how I have learned to handle setbacks. No, I have not been reading Dale Carnegie. The house was Dark! What was I thinking! The bulbs still haven't been found. To top it all, a packet of candles has disappeared too. This evening I sheepishly lit every. Sunday, October 19, 2008. What will your obituary say?
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Insanity Rediscovered: I am this. I want to be that.
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Just Insanity. A Deviant Perversity. Rediscovered Continuously. Monday, April 26, 2010. I am this. I want to be that. When creativity dries up, post painfully cute photos. Thanks, Monsieur Tyger. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The City of Joy, Perpetual Ennui, India. All the world's a stage, and damnit, I am in the wrong show. View my complete profile. To Bee Or Not to Bee The Bee Award Winner. The Number of Positively Insane People In This World. Other Ponds In The Fish. Ruuuun,now I'm a Poet too.
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Insanity Rediscovered: Combat Wombat
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Just Insanity. A Deviant Perversity. Rediscovered Continuously. Saturday, April 24, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The City of Joy, Perpetual Ennui, India. All the world's a stage, and damnit, I am in the wrong show. View my complete profile. To Bee Or Not to Bee The Bee Award Winner. The Number of Positively Insane People In This World. Other Ponds In The Fish. Ruuuun,now I'm a Poet too. Ladakh Travelogue Part 2: One Night in Kargil. What Else to Watch III. Et in Arcadia, Ego. Tanvi I know not.
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Insanity Rediscovered: Desiré
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Just Insanity. A Deviant Perversity. Rediscovered Continuously. Friday, November 21, 2008. I know I won't get it. I know it will never happen. Why do I still want it? Why do I put up with the pain of not having it and still wanting it? Desire is so god damned paradoxical. This is what happens when you take Lacan too seriously. A pinch of salt is in order. Life itself is a paradox. Hope things get better. I know about this. i am going through this now. it is not pretty. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Insanity Rediscovered: Ossum Possum
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Just Insanity. A Deviant Perversity. Rediscovered Continuously. Saturday, April 24, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The City of Joy, Perpetual Ennui, India. All the world's a stage, and damnit, I am in the wrong show. View my complete profile. To Bee Or Not to Bee The Bee Award Winner. The Number of Positively Insane People In This World. Other Ponds In The Fish. Ruuuun,now I'm a Poet too. Ladakh Travelogue Part 2: One Night in Kargil. What Else to Watch III. Et in Arcadia, Ego. Tanvi I know not.
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Insanity Rediscovered: Classroom escapades. (Particularly Terrible)
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Just Insanity. A Deviant Perversity. Rediscovered Continuously. Monday, June 22, 2009. Classroom escapades. (Particularly Terrible). Immanuel Kant, the leading light of the enlightenment was particularly known for his influential thesis on the. Shit I don’t want to do this. I don’t. I don’t. I don’t. This is a fucking waste of time. Really. He is never going to get it, is he? It’s all a fucking waste. I’d rather go ogle the babes in the next building. At least they have nice tits. It’s all over now.
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Me.: March 2009
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Sleepy head at work. Monday, March 23, 2009. I am those unsaid words stuck in your throat,. That voice of comfort during your times of fright. I am the gooseflesh you felt when a teardrop fell,. The warm wind that blew over you yesternight. I am not what you thought I would be. To you, I am more than a physical form. I am the flowers of spring,. The song on your strings,. The smile on your face when the day dawns. And I don't want the world to see me. Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
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Spring is Sprung: August 2009
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These vagabond shoes, These little town blues. Monday, August 3, 2009. Rambled by Doubletake, Doublethink. at 6:19 PM. Because it's been too long. Also because it's an issue that has bothered me for sometime, so lets assume I'm trying to analyse human nature. I might even publish research studies or something and become really famous provided you treat this post with the gravity it demands. Maggi (heh) or Dry. Have a nice day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Something attempted, something done. Confessions o...
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