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the best personal ad ideas:
in my gay chinese horoscope from noodle:
dragonthere are so many books on my bookshelves that i've never read that i started laying them on my coffeetable so they can stare me down. tonight it worked and i read the beginnings of two.
you are alone in your turmoil. burn some incense in late january to cleanse your house of peculiar smells. for a month, write down everything you eat and drink and post your notes on a website. oh—and might as well throw away everything you don't need any more. only then will you uncover exactly who is making your life miserable. it's time to breathe some fire—into yourself. this will be a lucky year despite your angst.
frankfurti just found out that i have the exact same birthday as colin farrell. can you believe he did britney spears? i swear i didn't just write that for google traffic.
27 december 1913
a curse lies over my activity as a letter writer. so far i have never been able to write a letter with a clear conscience and always have to begin with apologies for the long gap between one letter and the next . . . if all my thoughts had been letters, you would have had plenty to read. but enough in this style. i shall now tell you all that has happened to me and what i have been doing during the time i have not written.- paul hindemith, selected letters
the hidden little tooth that gnaws in the depths of your soul, the drop of water that falls rhythmically in its dark cavern, the silkworms that weave their finest threads there,—they take not rest, they never cease; and their coöperative activities every minute kill you, remodel you, destroy you, create you ... death whose sum is death, resurrections whose persistence is life.
- josé rodó, the motives of proteus, "1. to renew oneself is to live"
do you ever visit someone's site and it's so fucked up looking that you reload it because you're sure that the stylesheet didn't load or something? not because you're hatin' but because you think they can't mean for it to look like this.
posted January 29, 2003 in delivery, music, print, sex. 2002