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Nov 30, 2005 21:15


Hamlet, III:3: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

King Lear, III:6: He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have ( Read more... )

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badger_child December 1 2005, 03:34:20 UTC
True dat. Actually, I was just thinking about that a lot. Very strange. We are one.

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bonnevillain December 1 2005, 21:23:19 UTC
fuck yes, beth. i need not say more

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moja_zabcia December 3 2005, 06:37:01 UTC
Yes. I know what you mean. But dude, I'm not looking for a powerful life, just a chance to associate with great minds. I think that's a way I'd like to live ... but there are so many great ways live ... *head hurts* It's all too complicated for us to handle, figuring out how free we want to be.

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