Life, like a comment of something else that we can’t reach, and that’s right there after the jump we do not take.
Life, a ballet about a historic theme, a story about a lived thing, a lived thing about a real thing.
Life, photograph of number, possession in the darkness (woman, monster?), life, procurer of death, splendid deck, tarot of forgotten codes that a couple of gout hands reduce to a sad solitary.
— Julio Cortazar, Hopscotch chapter 104
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He glows too much and glowy stuff is distracting @.@
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I’ll splode any day, any time, as long as I don’t have to be green.
You’re most, like around 70%-75%
Wait, who are you that I haven’t had inside me?
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Mexican palenque cockfights!
http://5z8.info/inches-now_r5c6c_heroin-od.avi
They find out they’re the only ones that can stand each other and fall deeply in love. That or the universe implodes.