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21 Apr 14 at 7 pm

"He has power, he has a lot to lose, and now, he’s winning."

HoC

"He has power, he has a lot to lose, and now, he’s winning."

HoC
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30 Mar 14 at 1 pm

Votez a droite, Mangez de la merde!

Votez a droite, Mangez de la merde!
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20 Mar 14 at 11 am

"I’m not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I’m not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what’s a bololey
when it’s a folly?
I’m not your larder,
I’m your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I’ll fill up your belly.
I’m not your larder,
I’m Alife your guarder”

R. Wyatt

"I’m not your larder, jammy jars and mustard. I’m not your dinner, you soppy old custard. And what’s a bololey when it’s a folly? I’m not your larder, I’m your dear little dolly. But when plops get too helly I’ll fill up your belly. I’m not your larder, I’m Alife your guarder”
R. Wyatt
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16 Feb 14 at 3 pm

"yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,

There’s still time to change the road you’re on”

L.Z.

"yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
There’s still time to change the road you’re on”
L.Z.
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08 Feb 14 at 10 pm

"Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow"
F. Zappa

"Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow"F. Zappa
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31 Dec 13 at 12 pm

"When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive."


Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

"When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive."Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
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29 Dec 13 at 10 pm

William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?

Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?

William Blake: No, I traded it.

Nobody: For what?

William Blake: I’m not telling.

Nobody: Liar.

William Blake: Thief.”

Dead man

“
William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
William Blake: No, I traded it.
Nobody: For what?
William Blake: I’m not telling.
Nobody: Liar.
William Blake: Thief.”Dead man
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23 Nov 13 at 10 pm

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."
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05 Nov 13 at 10 pm

Vincent: And you know what they call a… a… a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?

Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules: Then what do they call it?

Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.

Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: Well, a Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.”

“
Vincent: And you know what they call a… a… a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.”
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17 Oct 13 at 12 pm

L’amour

ne dit plus grand chose

toujours ces elephants roses

ces araignees sur le plastron d’mon smocking

ces chauves souris au plafond d’mon leaving rooooom

L’amour
ne dit plus grand chose
toujours ces elephants roses
ces araignees sur le plastron d’mon smocking
ces chauves souris au plafond d’mon leaving rooooom
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13 Oct 13 at 12 pm

“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”

“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”
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