14th of February, 2010 — no comments
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if one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favourable.
6th of February, 2010 — no comments
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he had been a troubled man.
he abhored failure, and had never harvested the fruits of success.
a change was called for, but he feared he would fail, so he procrastinated.
old age was the end of that man.
2nd of February, 2010 — no comments
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so be easy and free when you're drinking with me, i'm a man you don't meet everyday.
25th of January, 2010 — no comments
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it had taken him a full, painful, month to identify the symptoms. he looked them up in all the major textsbooks. there could be no doubt. all the authorities concurred: shakespeare, tennyson, ovic, keats, milton, they were of one opinion, it was love, the big one... he was screwed. --- jolly well fucked and shit out of luck.
24th of January, 2010 — no comments
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'you look tired', 'thanks', 'no, i didn't mean it like that, you just look out of sorts', 'didn't take it like that, i feel dead, so literally thanks, if i only look tired it means i bear it well.. thanks' --- walk away.