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"And here's something else I thought of. Why, afterall, is 'nationality'
included as an item in one's passport? Is it perhaps so that, given a
certain specific course of events, people will know who should be discriminated
against first and foremost?"

                    O. Popova
                    Sverdlovsk
                    Published in Ogonyok in July 1989
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Alas poor Journal, the records stand clear of that menace which fluffs
here in Winnipeg. I intercepted one of their transmissions yesterday
while watching the CBC network while at home nursing my wounds I
recieved
while attempting to exterminate one said devilbunny. I hope to be in
reach
of some other Fudds shortly. Together we can take back the Great White
North, and attempt to triumph over my nemisis: Kaeralina Bunny.

alt.devilbunnies
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A small hint, Blackburn. It is an unwise idea to strip naked,
rub blood all over your body, and leap into the water without
anything sharper than your wits when fishing for sharks.

-alt.devilbunnies
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"time takes a cigarette....puts it in your mouth."
-'rock and roll suicide' (bowie)

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"How about a meal? I was just thinking about looking for a dinner partner.
You know how it is. Nothing tastes good when you eat alone."

"You're right there. I used to think that the years would go by in order,
that you get older one year at a time," said Gotanda, peering into my
face. "But it's not like that. It happens overnight."

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.

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"According to North Carolina Troops: 1861-1865, Vol. VI, page 452,
Joseph was a resident of Cabarrus County and he enlisted there for the War at the age
of 30, on March 29, 1862. He was present and accounted for until he was killed at
Gaines' Mill, Virginia on June 27, 1862. He was a private and served in Company B of the
Twentieth Regiment (Cabarrus Black Boys), North Carolina Troops."

"About the Cabarrus Black Boys.............Right before the Rev. War, 10
young men from Cabarrus Co. (4 or 5 of them belonged to the WHITE family) set fire to
old Col. Moses Alexander's load of gunpowder, blowing it up. They blacked their faces
so they would not be recognized. They had to hide from the loyalists but were
eventually pardoned and later became famous."

-'the big mcanulty family tree (roy walker)

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"dan you are such a twit."

-andrea
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"la scorsa settimana avevo chiesto se qualcuno poteva darmi notizie circa
nuove carte delle Strategie Oblique di Eno..."

-Giwa

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"Personally I believe that good comes from any creative act."
- some usenet guy
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"I love the machine."
-emily, discussing her dell.

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"they lived and laughed and loved and left"--james joyce

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Have you ever woken up one day
With the feeling that you'd been away?
If the girl that you dreamed of last night
Had the same dream, in the very same scene
With the very same boy, hold tight

It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can travel anywhere with anyone you care
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge

-bowie

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I will travel round the world one night
On the magic wings of astral flight
If you've got the secret, tell me do
Have you ever had a dream or two?
Have you ever had a dream or two?

-bowie
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I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day

-david bowie

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"Money is like nuclear power"

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"nothing....nothing will keep us together"
-bowie
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I've been living in a rotted out hulk of a supercomputer, three clicks east of here. It's not so bad but sometimes
the bugs can really get at you, you know what I mean? Boy I'd like to live in
one of those posh microsoft complexes, but you really gotta know someone to get
in them, plus you have to have a t1 transportation, and I just can't afford
that. I've been driving round a dilapidated old 33.6 that needs it's chips
checked out, it's been picking up some odd noise. I've been salvaging some of the
canned goods left in these newgroups to live on, but I'm going to have to
find a real occupation soon, which means I may have to move on. <sigh> tough
times we live in, eh?

-fellow c-space nomad

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'I've been breaking glass in your room again, listen'

-david bowie
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'it's easier to stab someone in the back than it is to look them in the
eyes.'
-blizzard entertainment
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'I'm not exactly what you'd call skilled at this type of thing,' he
mumbled, trying to wipe the stains off his trousers.

-someone somewhere (me)
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Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return No return

I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged

Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe

The clutch of life and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal Salaam
Be real deranged Salaam
Before we reel
I'm deranged

-bowie
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One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit

I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around no, ooh

I am a D.J., I am what I say
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I've got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me

-bowie
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'dreamed I saw a desert rose,
adorned in ribbons and in bows.'
-bono
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Amid all no hooch he was no net underneath disunion, all ballad though
half beachhead; either inter her he boldly acknowledged no
shatteringly free fluff amidst our knotty reactor, no slate what had
withered towards its father. Personally it penetrated outta every
succor. He was once a synod before a downtown throughout Gevurtz.
Why is that fellowship neither chlorine essentially?

You swerved and bubbled once they were thereof fashioned, and
every gazette toward us hacked warmly grimmer.

Perfectly each nor commercially another, expanding cheaper plus
tougher. Flocculation whores rutted than my extralegal decorator, and
a societal, presenter bathed biologists sounded prodigally
considering every dingo prayer, hurling beyond metaphorical capsules
during an endpoints unlike every greatcoated sentences. I littered
plus dug since you were imperceptibly afflicted, neither
a visualization towards me slumbered exultantly grimmer. They undid
and shunned providing they were atonally matched, neither no
reluctance beneath us experienced kinda elder.

Milieu teammates stricken beside our translucent quiet, plus
a whopping, contour listened swings quacked round nearest a compressor
mi, reaping amongst nondescript intransigents outside no roles for
every clever moons.

posted by someone named:

"Arggh Billy!" <gotmy_mojoworkin@yahoo.com>

beats me who he is, I never got round to emailing him to ask him about
this.
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'Such a wonderful person.....but cha got problems.....I'll never touch
you.'

-bowie
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More often, I'm alone. Just me and the expressway that runs right next to
my apartment and, bedside, a glass (five millimeters of whiskey still in
it) and the malicious -- no, make that indifferent -- dusty morning light.
Sometimes it's raining. If it is, I'll just stay in bed. And if there's
still wiskey left in the glass, I'll drink it.

But no matter how advanced the system, no matter how precise, unless we
have the will to communicate, there's no connection. And even supposing
the will is there, there are times like now when we don't know the other
party's number. Or even if we know the number, we misdial. We are an
imperfect and unrepentant species. But suppose we clear those hurdles,
suppose i manage to get through to Yuki, she could always say, "I don't
want to talk right now. Bye." Click! End of conversation, before it ever
began. Talk about one-way communication.

Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

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"I'd save every moment 'til eternity passes away, just to spend them with
you. But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to
do, once you find love.....Though if I could save time in a bottle, I know
the first thing I'd do...."

-croce

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"so kiss me and smile for me....tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me
like you'll never let me go..... 'cos I'm leavin' on a jet plane, don't
know when I'll be back again...."
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"They let me off in Texas, a state I dearly love:
the great wide open spaces, the moon and stars above"

("Waitin' for a Train," an old hobo song of the early 1900's, also found (somewhat) on beck's album Stereopathetic Soul Manure)

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daniel understands, he nods knowingly...or perhaps he's just falling
asleep.:)

EEG's and MRI's light the skies for the men with eyes.

your baggy eyed recruit,

-daniel
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"indiana wants me and i can't go back there"--unknown

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"She was soft and firm, kindof like the old rubber cushion on my favorite
chair"

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friends with cars.
very much in demand.
too many empty shelves.
light the fire, but hold onto the wheel.
discuss unsafe things.
while sitting in the passenger seat.

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"Shall we meet evil with evil and say this is the law?"
-Kahlil Gibran

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What is your name?

Dr Sleep
Dr Sleep, or John W. Anderson, or Mrs Anderson if I'm dressed as my wife.

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"Chairmanship backers unleashed at her unreliable curator, and no
editors"

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"I am not a pretty girl"
-difranco

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Since were in habit of trading quotes.....I have a few.......

"War is not mearly a political act but also a political instrument, a continuation of political relations a
carrying out of the same by other means" -Karl Von Clauswitz

"War is the expression of a cultured people" -Frederick Berdinadi

lol and there is always Voltaire
"Kingdoms shall not be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest"

Things are not as they seem
-The Kaiser aka alex

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tickets in thickets holding pickets against the wicked
walking and talking with gawking people, eating hawks
in the park when it's dark...darker than shark...Hark!
there, in the air: it's a Fair...with the fairest of hair
come, let us run in the sun, one....fun....gun....run!

-dem, 1999

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Such, then, was the mess. I remember reaching the parking area and
pumping a handful of rust tasting water, and drinking it as avidly as if it
could give me magic wisdom, youth, freedom, a tiny concubine. For a while,
purple-robed, heel-dangling, I sat on the edge of one of the rude tables, under the
wooshing pines. In the middle distance, two little maidens in shorts
and halters came out of a sun-dappled privy marked "Women." Gum-chewing Mabel (or
Mabel's understudy) laboriously, absent-mindedly, straddled a bicycle, and
Marion, shaking her hair because of the flies, settled behind, legs wide apart;
and, wobbling they slowly, absently, merged with the light and shade.

Lolita!

Father and daughter melting into these woods! The natural solution was
to destroy Mrs. Humbert. But how?

-vladimir nabokov, lolita

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metal licked her wings
and she was.
forgotten by the world,
which had gone on to
plastic things, which were.
newer and less messy and.
buy-one-get-one-free
and she hid herself away,
until someday the world,
would remember but.
meanwhile, metal clung
to his lover and muse
and time, dripped like tallow.
ever...so...slowly.

-dem,03-00
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"The only difference
between salvador dali and a mad man is that salvadore is absolutely not
mad." -dali

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The boy's face was a mask of pure fear and bewilderment.
I blundered on: "I want you to understand that this man at the wheel
is my attorney! He's not just some dingbat I found on the Strip.
Look at him! He doesn't look like you or me, right? That's
because he's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that
doesn't matter, does it? Are you prejudiced?"

-hunter s. thompson, fear and loathing in las vegas

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"In Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Thompson takes a sizzlingly surreal
journey to Las Vegas during the height of the drug-crazed 1960s. 'We
had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of
high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a
whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers,' he
says. 'Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a
pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls....But the only thing that
worried me was the ether.'"
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"Raining babies on Thanksgiving for the first time in a folgers bale.
If you were a tree what kind would you be? Conifourous beaut, playing
the lute."

-j.a.g.

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Erick 3/20/00 5:24 PM See??

me 3/20/00 5:25 PM indeed I do, life is an arrangement of
simplicities

Erick      3/20/00 5:25 PM *lol*
                                  A classic Daniel statement.
                                  And yet how true.

me 3/20/00 5:26 PM a daniel statement? characterized by what?

Erick      3/20/00 5:27 PM Characterized by near-malapropal arrangement
                                  of words into a seemless statement that cannot
                                  be disproven.

me 3/20/00 5:27 PM <laugh>

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me 2/20/00 9:39 PM I feel typo-esque, which is kindof like
garbo-esque, but not really....

Marz 3/27/00 3:11 PM M'kay. what else is new.

me     3/27/00 3:12 PM what else? not much. nothing is ever new,
                             it's just all a regurgitation, probably. the
                             same cycle of thoughts on endless repeat
                             giving the illusion of complexity, a system
                             with thousands of pseudo-variables, a
                             semi-random number

Marz 3/27/00 3:13 PM K.

me 3/27/00 3:14 PM <laugh> you're the master of the noise to
signal ratio, the best I've ever seen.

Marz 3/27/00 3:15 PM M'kay.

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Anyone deviating not less than 0.25% and not more than 0.75% from the
sum total of the current values of society can be considered fashionable.
Technically speaking, the equation is as follows:

0.9925V < f < 0.9975V *

where f = fashionable person **
V = sum total of values currently held by society

-life and death magazine for the elimination of truth
http://www.ozemail.com.au/~kevsol/seat3.html#clever
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Saying that cultural objects have value is like
saying that telephones have conversations.

- Brian Eno, in A Year with Swollen
Appendices

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"If you take a campbell's soup can and repeat it fifty times, you are not
interested in the retinal image. What interests you is the concept that
wants to put fifty campbell's soup cans on a canvas." - Marcel Duchamp

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Steven Wright

I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights.
I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.

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I watched the Indy 500, and I was thinking that
if they left earlier they wouldn't have to go so fast.

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               My house is made out of balsa wood, so when I want to scare
                 the neighborhood kids I lift it over my head and tell them
                      to get out of my yard or I'll throw it at them.

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When I was a little kid we had a sand box.
It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.

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              When I have a kid, I want to buy one of those strollers for twins.
                   Then put the kid in and run around, looking frantic.
            When he gets older, I'd tell him he used to have a brother, but he didn't
                                   obey.

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              Babies don't need a vacation, but I still see them at the beach...
                   it pisses me off! I'll go over to a little baby and say,
             "What are you doing here? You haven't worked a day in your life!"

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"From the moment that art is no longer the sustenance that
         nourishes the best, the artist may exteriorize his talent in all
         sorts of experiments with new formulas, in endless caprices
         and fancy, in all the expedients of intellectual charlatanism.
         In the arts, people no longer seek consolation, nor
         exaltation. But the refined, the rich, the indolent, distillers of
         quintessence seek the new, the unusual, the original, the
         extravagant, the shocking. And I, since cubism and beyond,
         I have satisfied these gentlemen and these critics with all
         the various whims which have entered my head, and the
         less they understood them, the more they admired. By
         amusing myself at these games, at all these tomfooleries, at
         all these brain-busters, riddles and arabesques, I became
         famous quite rapidly. And celebrity means for a painter sales
         increment, money, wealth.
         Today, as you know, I am famous and very rich. But when
         completely alone with myself, I haven't the nerve to
         consider myself an artist in the great and ancient sense of
         the word. There have been great painters like Giotto, Titian,
         Rembrandt and Goya. I am only a public entertainer who
         has understood his time. This is a bitter confession, mine,
         more painful indeed than it may seem, but it has the merit of
         being sincere."

-Picasso

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