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“because it hurts i laugh because i am tired i wake because i doubt i search...”
– Ilse Bing fromĀ  myhero
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“What does it matter, the new year, the old year? I stretch out my legs and all...”
– Bankei from Whiskey River via crashinglybeautiful & nomoreheroes
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“It is by the fortune of God that, in this country, we have three benefits:...”
– Mark Twain via turnofthecentury
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Listenand yes,bit of jazz is expected@this time;] ...
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It's all Kharms fault.
That’s the way i see it. No mistake. I’m not saying he figured it all by himself. Those were the times. Social and historical moment,and so on. Some others figured it, later on, but independently, not aware of him, i mean. I know it wasn’t easy for him,but did he had to finish the party? [ And what’s most interesting thing,i have an impression that he wasn’t...
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The Twelve (1918)- Fragment
*** Night is charcoal. Snow is white. Squall after squall Makes it harder to keep one upright. Squall after squall Is over the whole world! The wind sweeps up flurries, white crumbs of rice, Under the snow is ice. How treacherous - Each passer-by Is slipping, poor wretched! Aleksandar Blok [i forgot how much i enjoyed poetry when i was still reading it on regular basis…]
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